Chapter One
I smiled and waved bye to my mother before walking into the back of the school. The play had already started and I was the lead. I couldn't help but feel a bit pressured. Especially since the drama teacher kept yelling at me while I got ready.
So far the play had been going great, that's when I say him. His dark blue eyes were electric and filled with disgust yet lust. My heart practically stopped as the drama teacher pushed me in front of the crowd. I slowly did as I was told, saying my lines and everything, though I was slowly starting to choke. My heart kept racing; I could feel it pounding in my chest. I soon started to sing my last two songs, then ending the song. Though as I sang I started to break down, completely. Yeah it went nicely with the ending and all but it killed me inside. Why did he come? To hurt me again? Oh God no, please no I thought as I kept singing.
"If I had just one more day, I would tell you how much what've missed you since you've been away. Oh it's dangerous, it's so out of line to try and turn back time."
Tears poured like a rainfall to the point where my sight was a blur. My knees felt wobbly. I tried to keep my balance but couldn't. I fell to the ground in seconds, my eyes locked on the floor. I forced myself to finish the song; I didn't want to disappoint anyone. I sniffled once finishing the song, the sound of mummers in the audience of people asking what was going on. I could feel my heart racing to the point where I felt like it was going to explode. Just the thought of Him made it even harder to breath. I clutched onto the edge of my dress and tried to stand, but kept tumbling over as if I were drunk. I inhaled some more and tried not to make eye contact with the audience, not only out of embarrassment but at the thought of him seeing me this way. It scared me to death. I could hear the drama teacher telling me to continue. That annoying deep voice of hers' pestering me about how the show must go on, no matter what. I swallowed the clump of spit in my throat that made me think I was going to choke on it. My heart ached even more, why did I feel like this? I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
"You're here there's nothing I fear and I know."
I sang. Once I had finished the curtains drew down and the audience started cheering and clapping. I forced myself up and ran off the stage and outside to the back of the school as fast as possible. I quickly got on my knees and put my hands in praying form before I started to whisper,
"Dear god, Send me wings to help me fly away. Dear God, Send me wings to help me fly away."
I kept repeating over and over again as if God was really going to send me wings to fly away. My body shivered at the feeling of a cold breeze. My shiver soon turned into a shuddered when I heard the sounds of footsteps. My heart raced as the person got closer to me. My body shook rapidly as a horror expression could be seen on my face. As the person got closer, their hand rested on my shoulder I let out a loud scream and broke into tears.
"Please don't." I cried. The male looked down at me as if I had just said one of the most surprising thing in the entire world. I quickly scrambled onto my feet and moved away from him, keeping my head down as I stood up.
"Please don't what?"
I looked at him. His eyes seemed to glisten in the sunlight as if he were some sort of prince. His facial expression was normal, yet confused at the same time. Should I tell him? I contemplated whether or not I should. As I chose my answer I was about to answer him at the same time, that was before I heard some yell,
"Annelisene."
My eyes widened. Oh God please no. My heart raced as I looked around frantically not knowing what to do. I grabbed the male by the hand, gripping onto it tightly, not even knowing what I was doing at this point, before I started running, dragging him behind me. We ran into a near by corn field close to the school. I moved all the corn out of our way before stopping and falling on my knees. I tugged the male down with me and started to pray again.
"Dear god, Send me wings to help me fly away. Dear God, Send me wings to help me fly away."
I kept repeating in a whisper. I nudged the male when he wasn't praying with me.
"Don't you pray?"
I asked.
"Yeah,"
He responded.
"Then Pray with me."
He nodded and got down on his knees and joined me. Though he didn't know what he was exactly praying about I was some what happy he was helping me get away from home. For a few hours or maybe minutes that's all we did. We just kneeled and prayed. Though soon enough we did stop to take break from all the praying we have been doing. The male looked at me with his thoughtful eyes.
"Who was that?"
He asked. I was a bit in surprise that he didn't even say a word about my performance, which I didn't mind because I rather not talk about it. I could tell who he was referring to. I got on my knees and looked at him. Grabbing his hand I held onto them tightly.
"Promise me. This will only be between us."
"I promise."
"My father,"
For a second he just looked at me before taking my hand and pressing it against his chest.
"Are you going home?"
He asked. I shook my head but ended up nodding.
"God will protect you."
He said.
"What's your name?"
"Annelisene."
"I'm Isaiah."
He said softly, still holding onto my hand. I blushed faintly and slowly stood up. I didn't want to keep him here all night.
"Your parents are probably worried about you. You should go home."
I said as I moved my hand away from his chest. He looked at me. For a second I swore I saw a glint of distrust and hurt. My lips pressed softly together as I slowly sat back down on the grass and looked to at him.
"I'm sorry,"
I said softly as I fiddled around with the little bit of grass on the ground. Isaiah shook his head and smiled at me slightly.
"My parents don't care about me."
He stated as if it were a normal thing to tell someone. Then again it wasn't normal for someone to run away from their father. I shook my head.
"Yes they do."
"No they don't."
"Yes they do!"
"NO THEY DON'T!"
My eyes slightly widened when he yelled at me. I shuddered and pulled myself away from him a bit. I tried not to look so afraid but it hurt a little. He looked at me with a bit of fear in his eyes. He quickly turned and looked away from me.
"God hates me and they hate me."
I watched his movement. God loves everyone. I wanted to tell him that, oh so badly. But I was scared. What if he yelled at me again? Like I didn't get enough of that at home? If God hated anyone it would be demons and the devils children and he wasn't one of them.
"I'm sorry."
He mumbled as he hugged himself. I frowned.
"I don't hate you."
I said softly as I slowly moved back to where I was seated. I looked up at the sky and wiped a tear that was slowly falling from one of my eyes.
"He doesn't hate you either. He loves you, no matter what. As long as you believe and trust in him then he will always love you."
Isaiah looked over to me before laying himself down on the ground. I grabbed a few of the corn cobs off from their stem and handed him one.
"Do you ever wonder what it will be like outside of here? Leaving this old town and finding the world? Finding God in places other then here?"
He asked me before taking the green leafs of the corn then taking a bite out of it. I shrugged softly as I took a bite of the corn cob as well. Living in a small town was nice though. Being around everyone who believed in God just like you. Knowing everyone and everything that others knew.
"I want to leave. I want to go out and see the world. Go places, meet people, and find someone like me. Don't you?"
I had thought about running away. But where would I go and how would I get there. If anything I would probably die or come back home.
"Where would you go?"
I asked as I took another bite out of corn cob.
"Canada or Rome. I hear most Canadians are Catholic or Christian and that in Rome the Vatican is there. I would love to see what it looks like."
He looked at me. Once again his eyes were glistening in the moonlight, though it seemed more of a cheerful and happy sort of look. I couldn't help but blush a bit as he kept his eyes locked on me.
"Canada sounds nice. So does Rome."
I said softly. Isaiah nodded as he finished his corn cob and placed it down on the ground. I looked around as if expecting for there to be some sort of dispose bin. I finished my cob as well before placing it next to his. I lay down on my back, letting my hands press against my white dress. I would have to clean it before I give it back to the drama teacher I thought.
"Would you run away if God gave you the option?"
Isaiah asked me as he turned on his head and kept his eyes on me. I nodded without a second thought.
"If God said I could run away I would. I would run as far away from here as possible. I would find myself a small little house and live there. I would find myself a husband who really cared about me and have beautiful angelic children who will live in the way of God."
"I would do the same thing. Expect I wouldn't have children. I mean I would have children but my wife would have the children."
Isaiah said awkwardly. I laughed softly and hit his arm gently. He laughed. It felt nice. For the first time in my entire life I was actually laughing, and it wasn't forcefully.
"You have a pretty laugh."
He said with a blush as I turned on my side and smiled.
"Thank you very much."
I said. He laughed at the childish grin I gave him before he laid back down on his back at the same time I did. For the rest of the night, I swore had told him I was going to go home, but I didn't. Instead I curled up next to him and we both fell asleep. I know it is weird. You meet a random guy and all you know is his first name and you end up falling asleep together. But there was something about Isaiah that I just couldn't put my tongue on it. He was different then all the other people around this town. He was barely seen, I know that for a fact because I've never seen him before but there was something else. Something I couldn't figure out.