The cold wind hit me like a bullet the moment I stepped out there. My breath coming in gasps, my heart pounding. I knelt on the cold icey ground trying to calm my heart down. I stood up. 'Mother Serperior is going to be furious at me for leaving the Mass.' I thought realizeing what the hell I did and the consequences of it. I stared out into the empty parking lot and went to sit down.
The icey bench was covered in snow and ice I shivered I fekt like an idiot realizeing I left my coat in there as well. 'Great just great'
I looked around I was relieved I was alone out here. The mass wouldn't end until 8;30-9:00 at the least so that could buy me some time. I then heard uneven footsteps behind me and the motion of someone sitting down next to me. I turned my head.
It was a man. He looked very.... weird
His ash-brown hair looked unkempt and it seems he had just woke up from a restless and deep sleep. He shirt was untucked and somewhat stained his pants, much like his shirt,were wrinkled and stained as well. It looked he had just had breakfest and poored it all over himself. But the most weirdest part sbout him were his thin rimmed glasses. The lenses of them were cracked straight down the middle and in some other places as well. I pondered for a while how in God's name was he saw out of those thngs. His cold emotionless eyes had abousolutely no expression at all, grey and black bags rested below his eyes. He looked as though he had gotten no sleep for about a week or 2.
He was staring intently up at the church as if he saw something I couldn't see up there.
He turned to me and spoke, "How long are going to stare at me like that?" he inquired. His voice was blank and had sort of a monotone to it.
I briskly turned away from him. "I noticed how you turned away from me, Either your scared to answer me or somethings bothering you. My instinct is telling me something is wrong. Am I correct?"
I was shocked. 'How did he know that?' Yes he is correct spot on actually, but I wasn't going to tell a stranger my problems. he then lifted his knees up to his chin and rapped his hands around knees. I was dumbfounded. How can someone sit like that?
He turned to me again, "Your staring at me again." His voice droned.
This time I was going to reply. "What do you excpect?," I said. "Do excpect people to look at you and think your normal? You look like a homeless idiot who has no sense of what to wear at all, plus your sitting like the hunchback of Notre-Dame. people are going to stare a you." I replied harshly.
He looked at me dumbfounded. It was as if I had just told he had only one day to live or something stupid like that.
"In your opinion I guess," His voice was still unchanged. "I guess am I what you call 'the hunch back of Notre-Dame." he said using his fingers as quotaaion marks.
I turned away from him again.
I then heard the crackling and unwrapping of something. I briskly turned my head back to him. 'This guy was eating chocolate? Right now? You got to be kidding me.' He stared out into the open parking lot. As if something was outt there that he wanted. He turned his head to me one last time, got up from his odd position and walked away. Another weird thing I noticed about him is that he was wearing socks. No shoes just dirty, muddy unwashed socks. How haven't his feet fallen off yet. I mean it's like zero degree weather out here.
My thoughts were interupted by a sharp pain in my ear and a cruel unforgiving voice, "How dare you walk out during the Mass! How dare you betray God and his worthy people you might as well be Satans child for doing that!" She dragged me away and threw me into my room and slammed the door shut behind her. I briskly got up from the floor and and walked to my bedside. I sat there for a moment.
That man's face burned through my mind. I couldn't help myself to wonder if he truly was homeless or he just was an idiot who had no sense of a way to dress.
I heard gasps and several "My lords" coming from the lobby. Something probebly wondered into here like a rat or something. Suddenly there was a knock on my door and a shaky voice of a young nun said, "Shawn," she said her high pitched voice had a nervous tone to it. "There's someone here to see you." The door opened and uneven footsteps entered the room. The nun rushed away trying to lok as casual as possible.
I looked up and saw him. That strange man staring down at me. The same chocolate was in his mouth and he wore the same thin rimmed glasses that had cracked lenses.
He took the chocolate out of his mouth for one moment and said one thing to me.
"Are you Shawn Ainsowrth?"