He looked troubled as he entered the church, a young boy for he was not a man yet, of barely 14 years of age and with the body complexion of uncooked spaghetti, he was wearing a bright red shirt that hadn’t been washed in days. Confused and almost sad looking he approached the confessionary, he looked even reluctant to be there; but somehow he was also quite sure of his intentions maybe like he had a plan.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned” said the boy. His elaborate approach took the priest by surprise but without further delay the respective prayers were made for the confession.
“What’s on your mind son?” he asked with the unbiased attitude every priest must have.
“This morning father I felt distant, I woke up late for school and no breakfast was on the table. I can’t explain why but this made me happy, I felt alone in a good way. You see father I enjoy this strange feeling of loneliness very much.”
“Where are your parents boy?” asked the good father preoccupied with his parents ability to take care of him.
“I believe they are home right where I left them, but anyways I left to school and attended my first two classes of the day without talking to any of the other kids, you see father I don’t have many friends. It was all going smooth until he appeared, I was in the bathroom and junior varsity football player came to me like he had the worst intentions I didn’t resist as he shoved my face in the toilet. I felt It was a fitting punishment”
“What did you do boy?” interrupted the priest.
“I took my pen father and I put it through him again and again and again at first he screamed but then, my favorite part, silence. I can’t describe how happy I feel when I end someone’s life this can only resemble the feeling of planning again.”
Planning what? Asked the confused priest.
The priest was doubtful of the boy’s words he could not conceive this to be true but as he tried to walk out the confines of the confessionary chair he noticed there was no way out of his holy prison and death bed. Despair flooded his eyes but sadness overcame his heart for he could not think of something worst than a kid so young gone so wrong.
My child you are young there is much life to be lived, you don’t have to do this God forgives those who truly repent regardless of what they’ve done. As he finished saying this he started praying.
“Save it father, I your God existed don’t you think he would save one of his “shepherds” like you freaks like to call yourselves. You know father I never understood how you could give everything up for something you can’t see. But I guess you will never understand why I am about to take your life. So we are even.”
The boy took the sharp kitchens knife from his pocket and saw his reflection on it. Everything went completely silent for an instant. He smiled.
“Jesus Christ!!”
“I’m sorry father not even he can save you now.”
He took the knife and put it through the thin cloth that separated them and into the priest’s neck swiftly slicing all of the main arteries and leaving no spot of blood in his hands. Then he got up and swiped the knife clean with the priest’s shirt and casually exited the church in search of his next victim.
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