Post by Kyrie Saleri on Dec 6, 2009 21:41:19 GMT -5
Looking up at the large doors that lead into the church, Kyrie sighed softly while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Everything these days felt so odd, so different, and with a serial murderer on the loose, it was hard not to feel paranoid and not look over your shoulder every ten minutes or less. Even worse was how the senior can't seem to bring herself to trust anyone anymore, not since Blake, her best friend who's life was claimed just a few weeks ago. Kyrie could still remember the wake in the chapel of this very church, how many tears those around her shed, and yet she had not cried. She still hasn't, almost like she was awaiting for him to pop up laughing, though she knew he wasn't.
Walking into the church itself to protect herself from the cold air of autumn, the Austrian looked around and up at the stained glass windows as more memories began to flood through her mind. Sitting up front with the rest of the pallbearers awaiting the time to place Blake's body in it's eternal resting place, the quaint graveyard that rested just on the other side of these sacred walls. The sounds of his poor mother's sobbing still haunted her thoughts, no one should be having to bury their child so young. He was only 19she thought to herself as she sat down at one of the pews looking up at the alter and the crucifix that was erected behind it.
"God must have one fucking weird ass sense of humor," the brunette muttered bitterly to herself as blue eyes locked onto the crucifix,. void of all emotion. She had no idea what compelled her to come here of all places, especially since she herself was an atheist, but just something about being surrounded by all of the art calmed the college student. She hadn't any idea why, it just did.
After a few moments Kyrie silently brought herself to the graveyard itself. A place that was more calming, reminding the mortuary sciences student that she would find herself here one day herself, that one day she will be preparing a body to be laid to rest here, if there were any plots open by that time. Brushing some of the dead leaves off one of the stones, the young woman solemnly made her way down each of the rows reading the names and calculating the ages of death. Sure it was morbid, but just the thought that someone could die at any moment fascinated her, thus leading her to her two choices in college majors.
"Though I do admit, it is a shame that some leave this mortal realm before their prime," she muttered as she stared down at the grave of a young child who was barely 10 at their time of death.
Walking into the church itself to protect herself from the cold air of autumn, the Austrian looked around and up at the stained glass windows as more memories began to flood through her mind. Sitting up front with the rest of the pallbearers awaiting the time to place Blake's body in it's eternal resting place, the quaint graveyard that rested just on the other side of these sacred walls. The sounds of his poor mother's sobbing still haunted her thoughts, no one should be having to bury their child so young. He was only 19she thought to herself as she sat down at one of the pews looking up at the alter and the crucifix that was erected behind it.
"God must have one fucking weird ass sense of humor," the brunette muttered bitterly to herself as blue eyes locked onto the crucifix,. void of all emotion. She had no idea what compelled her to come here of all places, especially since she herself was an atheist, but just something about being surrounded by all of the art calmed the college student. She hadn't any idea why, it just did.
After a few moments Kyrie silently brought herself to the graveyard itself. A place that was more calming, reminding the mortuary sciences student that she would find herself here one day herself, that one day she will be preparing a body to be laid to rest here, if there were any plots open by that time. Brushing some of the dead leaves off one of the stones, the young woman solemnly made her way down each of the rows reading the names and calculating the ages of death. Sure it was morbid, but just the thought that someone could die at any moment fascinated her, thus leading her to her two choices in college majors.
"Though I do admit, it is a shame that some leave this mortal realm before their prime," she muttered as she stared down at the grave of a young child who was barely 10 at their time of death.
