Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Nora's point of view.

  Since I woke up and took my bath this morning, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened that summer. True, it wasn't the first time I thought of it since  the day it happened but today it was worse, it was like a strong burden in my heart to let it all out and tell it to someone.
  There was no one I could tell because they would all judge and that made my decision to go for confession, to tell the priest of the hideous crime I had committed. It was all good for me since the Priest would not be able to see my face because him seeing it, could destroy my reputation as an actress and that, I didn't want.
 With a face cap on to hide my identity, I walked twenty minutes to the church building without guards as it wasn't so far from my house.  With every step I took, my heart thumped with fear - true, I was eager to let it all out but I was also anxious as to what the priest's reaction would be - would he call the police on me? Would this confession be the end of my career?
  These thoughts alone made me stop awhile and reconsider my actions but then if I didn't confess, I could go mad and that was so much worse...my parents, Dave, Emma and Nate...oh no.... That was all it took to move my legs and walk the rest of the way to the church.
   I entered the building and was immediately happy to see the church wasn't filled and even happier when I saw that there was no queue... I entered a quaint little box - the confession box with a partition separating the priest and I. I couldn't see what he was wearing and he couldn't see mine but there was a little box with crossed lines where we could see each other.
  That threw me off guard for a while but I still couldn't see his face well. He looked too young to be a priest and his beards looked about to fall off, he looked anxious like he couldn't wait for it to be over and that got me wondering... Who did the priests confess to when they sinned and who did they share their problems with, perhaps he had an issue, just like I did.
  I was brought back from my wandering thoughts when he coughed slightly, raising his eyebrows - a silent question as to why I wasn't starting yet. With that, I began "I didn't do it intentionally....
  It was quick, very fast and finally my guilt was lifted off my shoulders and I felt better. It was new year's eve and I couldn't help but wonder what the new year held for Dave and I. Even though I was unsure of some things, I was sure of one thing and it was that I was starting the coming year with a clean slate and it made me glad.
  With my heart as free as a bird, I let my thoughts run until I was hit by someone. Startled, I looked up to see a man but I couldn't see his face due to the cap he was sporting. I wanted to call him out on it and ask him why he didn't apologize for hitting me but what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks.
  Just close to me, I felt a kind of poke and looked at it, only to see the blade of a knife pointing towards me, I didn't think twice as I pushed him off and started running till I left the church building entirely but then I was stopped again but this time, by an older woman.

"Oh my God...it's you, i'm such a fan. It's so nice to meet you" she said.

I replied immediately, not wanting to delay my chances to escape "Yes it is a pleasure but I need to get going now, I have.... She cut me short.

"Oh now you can't go without taking a picture with this old woman, now can you? How am I supposed to make my friends believe that I saw you today? 

"Um - yeah - uhh" I stammered as she beamed and gave someone her phone to take us. She suddenly hugged me and I instantly wrinkled my nose. No offence... but she smelt of crayfish, she was no doubt coming from the market.

"So what did you come here to do? She asked as we took the picture.

"Confession.... I muttered silently and let it hang in the air because I didn't want anyone knowing about my affairs even though it was only an older woman, a stranger.

"Okay...but the Priest hasn't been.... I cut her short as I ran off without bidding her farewell when I caught a glimpse of the man with the blade. I ran like someone who was mad, not caring if people saw me because life had taught me to be sensitive and observant.