“Urg, why would he just leave me thinking that he was a Paramedic? Why!” Sarah drowned in thought as she sat at the town’s diner. Old fashioned white tile flooring as red cushioned booth seats and gray tables lined the two outer walls. Sarah was sitting to the left of the door on a straight wall perpendicular to the door. She was lounging in the second booth from the door as the wall opposite of the door was also layered with booths. Sarah had ordered a nice cup of hot chocolate and a hot bowel of their chicken corn chowder that had been her favorite since she was young. The comforting smell of that creamy sauce as it was chalked full of chicken and vegetables to fill her with reassurance and a satisfied belly. The craving had formed when she awoke in the hospital only to find a bowel of purple jello resting on the side-table. After scurrying out of there she decided she should treat herself and therefore, she ended up on that very red cushioned furniture.
Sarah’s two o’clock view was the diner’s counter. It was gray like the tables and the stools were gray with a red cushion to take a seat upon. One server doddled from one side to the other serving the gently old men just asking for a hot cup of coffee. One man stood out. From what Stone could see from her angle he was sipping a vanilla milkshake from a straw, and his thick black hair was styled up into a fohawk. A dark colored leather jacket rested upon his sturdy shoulders. His dark baggy jeans rested on his work boots as he motioned his foot up and down, as if tapping to the clock’s rhythm. Sarah thought she regognized this man, but then again she was on alot of pain killers at this point
His eyes rolled right, meeting her peering eyes as he gave a smirk of self-assurance, even she could tell how obvious it had been that she was staring. “What?!” Sarah exclaimed, knowing she had been staring for the last little while she felt unsure and didn’t need to build on another potential juveniles ego. “Nothing” the man laughed as his smirk stayed glued to his face until he twisted his stool back around to face the counter and shook his head left to right. Soon after her soup was in site, the server laid it down in front of her as the scent was inhaled through her nose. “Ah, bliss” she dreamed as she sipped her soup one spoonful at a time. Enjoying this very luxury and her hot chocolate was a defining moment for she was thankful, something she hadn’t been in quite sometime.
Sarah took out her laptop and connected to the internet, she need to know why she had a winged tattoo. She dialed a few friends numbers and asked Ruby is she ever got a random tattoo of wings on her back, one black and one white. Ruby denied any activity of that sort and said how excited she was that Sarah was now apart of the rebelious club. Sarah hung up a few moments later and began her research on the computer. She read about the lore of Angels and Hell and the superstitious beliefs and what Christianity meant to the norbles in the medieval days. Sarah herself was a Christian and all of this reading just reminded her of the many Sundays in church spent holding a bible and praying to a stained glass window that shined Jesus Christ in bright colors throughout the church.
Sarah read for a few hours, and by this time the sun had begun to disapait below her vision and the dinner was empty except for the waitress that had served her and the woman at the counter still moving from side to side to clean up after the afternoon rounds. Sarah’s research had almost gone on long enough until she found an article that explained a curse for Christians and it read “a complete Christian blood line must obey each and every rule or be punished for the wrong actions, they must follow the main rules. Do not steal, do not cheat, stay a Virgin Mary until marriage-“Sarah stopped reading. Her jaw dropped, her eyes teared, her emotions ran back to her heart as it stopped beating for a few intravals. The realization from the park, from the Gas Station, the realization that she was… cursed.
Sarah had lost her innocence when she wasn’t able to stop the thief the first time, but no, this was not it. Her Virgin Mary status had disappeared a year prior today, a rape, that was curse enough but to be sliced with this. “The deciever of these rules will be presuaded to go to hell, every good deed would cause suffering and pain to the one responsible and they will be forbidden from heaven or hell until proven that they must go to one. Each good deed will cause pain until the one responsible cannot endure it any longer and begins to give up, this will be the-” Sarah could not read on and half an hour later she laid a twenty dollar bill on the table to afford her soup, drink and a five dollar tip for the kind server.
Written By: Megan Lizee
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