Post by potterfreak14 on Jan 27, 2008 21:10:45 GMT -7
Indago knelt in the empty church, perhaps here, the answer would strike her. Why am I still here? Why do you send me back? It doesn't make sense to me, please, give me an answer! Indago prayed. No answer came from the lifeless alter. A hand was placed upon her frail shoulder. "Is something, the matter?" asked a voice, it was the paster, she knew the soft and elderly voice. "As a matter of fact, yes. Everything." Indago responded. The pastor was shocked, she could tell, for no response came. She took that as a sign he wanted to hear more. She couldn't blame him for it... So she plunged in and told him everything. "Could I see your arm?" asked the paster. Indago held out the left arm, he rolled up the sleeve, she could feel it going up, it came to a rest on her forearm. The paster gasped. "You most certainly are not worthless, not in the lord's eye. He loves you." said the paster, replacing Indago's sleeve in its original place. "Then why does he reject me?" Indago said. "Reject you?" asked the paster. "Yes, reject me. I died twice this week, he sent me back both times." Indago said bitterly. "How did that happen?" asked the paster. "Earlier this week, I swallowed a bottle of pills, he sent me back, I jumped out a window six stories high, he sent me back. Have a nice day." Indago said, then got up and walked out, not ntoicing the familiar voice calling her name...