For seven days and seven nights I walked with noting but the clothes on my back and a Bible with empty pages. This was all relentlessly to the rocky coast to the west. I wanted to eat, but had no hunger. I wanted to drink, but I had no thirst. It's no lie, I've done grave mistakes in the past. Some I regret. Some I don't at all. Half of me was desperate, starving to fix what I have done. The other half was a drive I have never had before. I feared it to my core, but stayed with it. I was willing to endure anything. Anything, to stop the endless nightmares and the creatures that haunt them.
I thought," Perhaps, this is a means to an end. Once I've arrived to the coast I'll jump off the cliffs and down into my watery grave."
Oh, how fortunate I would have been if that were the case.
By the time I had reached the coast the sky above was darker than coal. I prepared myself to leap, but the soles of my feet stayed plastered on the grassy hillside.
"Why can't I jump dammit!"
Frustrated, I throw the Bible of the ledge with all my force. I sit on the grassy ground, close my eyes, and exhale. Then, I open my eyes to later be met with the Bible slamming into my face. I was out cold. By the time I had woke up from another nightmare the sun had began to peak from the infinite horizon. My fingers clutched the brittle book of worship and I felt that drive again leading me away from the cliff side. In less than ten minutes I stood before a glass cathedral. I'm not the type to admire scenery, but the way the morning light reflected and blended with each panel of glass left me temporarily breathless. I touched the door handle and awaited what was inside.
"What could possibly be in here for such a long trip."
I entered this holy chapel. Then, all hell broke loose.
