4 hours ago
Marta dipped her finger in the holy water outside the entrance before making the sign of the cross and entering the main area of the church itself. She was here to take her religious education classes and they had just dismissed. Ricky had dropped her off for class, and would return later. She had asked to stay for awhile because she thought the church was quiet and pretty. It was pretty common and it was good self-reflection time for her. It was a church; no one was going to hurt her here and she had Splash with her as well, covered in her Emotional Support vest. Marta's own eyes were covered by her contacts as always.
Marta wasn't just here to see the pretty church though and think. Not today. Today she was actually going to pray. She went to the side and genuflected before putting down the kneeler. She crossed herself as Splash lay down next to her. She folded her hands together, resting her elbows on the pew in front of her. She looked up at the crucifix above the altar with Jesus hanging from it. She wasn't as devout in her prayers as some, but she did believe. She had found herself praying more lately. Sometimes she wondered if what she was planning was the right thing - if she really should stand up to the cartels. As she looked up at Jesus, she wondered what he would do if he was her. She still didn't have an answer.
Her prayer today wasn't for herself. Sage had told her not to worry. Hayden had told her not to worry. Everyone was telling her not to worry, but she couldn't help it. It upset her how much Nox was hurting - or rather not hurting. He was numb, and that scared her more than it would if he was in pain. So when she prayed it wasn't for herself. It was for Nox.
God...if you can hear me. Help him...or help Sage help him...or anyone. Please.
As was her custom, she never really spoke her prayers out loud - at least not her personal ones. She spoke the ones for Mass out loud like everyone else did. That was her whole prayer. She kept it simple and to the point. As she finished she felt moisture on her cheek and wiped away the tear. Even if her prayer was done, she remained knelt with her hands folded, her eyes focused on the crucifix at the front of the church.
Marta wasn't just here to see the pretty church though and think. Not today. Today she was actually going to pray. She went to the side and genuflected before putting down the kneeler. She crossed herself as Splash lay down next to her. She folded her hands together, resting her elbows on the pew in front of her. She looked up at the crucifix above the altar with Jesus hanging from it. She wasn't as devout in her prayers as some, but she did believe. She had found herself praying more lately. Sometimes she wondered if what she was planning was the right thing - if she really should stand up to the cartels. As she looked up at Jesus, she wondered what he would do if he was her. She still didn't have an answer.
Her prayer today wasn't for herself. Sage had told her not to worry. Hayden had told her not to worry. Everyone was telling her not to worry, but she couldn't help it. It upset her how much Nox was hurting - or rather not hurting. He was numb, and that scared her more than it would if he was in pain. So when she prayed it wasn't for herself. It was for Nox.
God...if you can hear me. Help him...or help Sage help him...or anyone. Please.
As was her custom, she never really spoke her prayers out loud - at least not her personal ones. She spoke the ones for Mass out loud like everyone else did. That was her whole prayer. She kept it simple and to the point. As she finished she felt moisture on her cheek and wiped away the tear. Even if her prayer was done, she remained knelt with her hands folded, her eyes focused on the crucifix at the front of the church.