You sit in the back of the church. The a bible, one that is placed at every seat, is open on the empty seat beside you. It’s contents foreign to you yet feel taunting…

You still couldn’t tell yourself why you are here… You weren’t Christian or catholic by any means. Yet you felt like you needed an answer, one no one would tell you.

Are you truly not excepted here?

It sounds stupid when you think about it. Not everyone needs to like you, so what if Christian’s think you’ll “go to hell”… still, as the Sunday morning drug on you watched the Priest talk endlessly about the true god.