He looks around not many people a car passes. A few people walk the streets. He sees a safe place a church he walks abnormally through the large wooden door drapes himself on seat in the back putting his feet up. A chorus practices on a balcony above him and he stares blankly at a stain glass window depicting Jesus acceding into heaven. "I'm in so much pain." He gasps out. "Might I suggest praying for healing." A priest seemingly appears behind him practically scaring him to death. "Sorry I don't believe in that God stuff I just I just needed safety."he says grabbing his side that hurt from the running."okay funny you came here if you don't believe at least a little. Do me a favor and take your feet off the furniture this is the house god not a barn."says the priest with a odd smile.
"Sorry."Marcus mutters pulling his sore feet off the chairs in front of him. "It's alright son and it's ok if you don't believe much but have some respect some people find this building holy."the priest says softly. "Yes sir."Marcus feels awkward the kind of awkward when your parents talk about sex. He felt he might burst into flames. "I believe not in god or Jesus but I do believe in a higher power like"he paused pretended to think."a writer of our history." Marcus says and his awkwardness melts as if mentioning the writer assured something in him."a high power like a god I knew you believed in him."the priest smirks like he uncovered a dirty secret. "I think it's a her."Marcus said as the writer rolled her eyes."the Bible refers to him as he but ok some share the thought." The priest says before asking."what's your name son?"Marcus pauses for moment should he say his real name he decided against it."Matt yes my name is Matt, Matt silver."Marcus lied."well Mr.Silver would you worship this woman?"The holy man asked."I am not sure of that...she let some terrible things happen to me."his voice broke on the words some terrible."I don't know your story son but it could've been to lead you somewhere, shape you into a person, the right person, everything happens for a reason."The church man said. Marcus felt quite sad but shook his head looking down "maybe your right."his voice was low. Then he looked up the priest was gone disappeared MIA. He wondered if he had ever been there or if karley the writer accidentally backspaced or erased him. He felt like he was crazy and he felt wrong for the past he couldn't change. The only person that could change it was karley but chapter 10 that's a little to late. Is What he guessed with a sigh. "Hey real people maybe she'll change my story if you ask her." Marcus begged you readers before he closed his eyes droop closed. His body relaxed and he didn't drift off to sleep rather he fell into it fast and easy.