17 At One of the Church Cabins

4th April

The first thing I indeed did before entering this windowless place was to sent someone my address. That if they haven’t found me for at least a week, they certainly know where to start checking.

But the odds are not on my side at the moment. I’m way too numb to feel the eerie and unlucky chance I have before this thing happened.

I was being held as a prisoner in this cube-like place. No lights were coming from the outside, only a flickering bulb lamp steadily pulled by gravity from above.

“Hey!” I screamed again. My voice bounces back and forth in every side of the place hearing them after another gives me chills and become hopeless.

I tried again clanging the metal door by kicking it hard, but another searing pain numbs my legs. It’s way too sturdy to be taken down with a rigid foot kicking.

“I’m near to my end,” frustratedly pulling my hair down, I rested my back on the cold metal door. Whoever planned to abduct me and locked me up, they are all pea-brain-headed animals. I’m no one important in this society.

Higher Ups are way too far compared to my status, and they’re too precious for the people around. Not like me, which become a stone paired to soil or sand. People care less but found us like diamonds if needed.

I’m prepared to live here long, talking to nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing. They are enough.

***

It's not as spacious as my room; the cabin I'm in for days now shows a Romanesque-style fortress. Two expansive windows giving a dark and heavy aura, and I presumed thick walls to hold up those stone ceilings and a comfortable, soft bed to warm my nights. I requested to have a table and chair, and unexpectedly they have. I asked where did they got those and have none as a reply.

I didn't bother to have with me my personal computer as what I'm here is to be healed, not to have a vacation.

I found my cabin in the first hallway right of the front door, then turned right to an alley; the first door to show up will be it.

At first, I described this church as a grandeur, one hidden in a feared district, and it indeed true. Occupying a lot of areas, the main church is surrounded by many cabins left me lost on track during the tour. Other parts of the church give me the mysterious and chilling ambiance that I want to look at. Until now, I haven't figured out some of the routes, but soon, I will be.

After getting dressed, I flung myself on the bed face down. The night is almost late, and looking at my bedside table. The digital display says 11:23 PM. I seemed to have been soaking for a long time. The session finished precisely four and a half hours ago.

Reverend Scott scheduled our prayers and devotions every night right after our supper. I adjusted myself wholely in this setup as I have been eating my dinner at the diner past 10 PM and doing small works. That reminds me of my last day of work there. I don't have anything to do, and they didn't let me take orders. And when the time comes that I should left, they bid me their goodbyes.

I heaved a sigh as silence prevailed, but occasionally, the wind's whistling and twigs of trees cracking nearby. I want to be eaten by a dream I'm longing to be indispensable and will give me happiness, but it didn't let me. I'm wide awake, and I was not aware that my anxiety and shivers disappeared abruptly.

I lay down well when a faint growl and voices emerged from the silence coming from the outside. It can't be distinguished if it's from someone who is with us or from strangers. Shouts added the commotion, and successively, growls, voices, and screams come simultaneously to my hearing.

I decided to look at it from the window to my left. This window shows the side of the church, which is secluded. I think an expansive lawn of green pasture for few animals situated there.

I kept walking to the window, but before I could take a peek, the things I had heard a while ago suddenly disappeared. I waited for seconds, but nothing passed by my ears. Back those whistling of wind and cracking of twigs.

In quick paces, I peak in and only came across a dark place.

The darkness is beholding the green pasture under the sun during the daytime.