Chad stumbled through the doors of the church and staggered halfway down the aisle before collapsing into a pew on the left. He’d been shaking his head the whole way. Trying to shut out that voice.
that Not that it worked. He’d had some vague idea that entering the church might work, might grant him some peace. But no, the voice was still there… and it wouldn’t shut up!
shut upDespite that, the peace of the church did give him some form of solace. With no other noise it was slightly easier to shut out the voice, or to try and ignore it at least. He sat there, hands on the back of the pew in front, head on his hands. He was aware that time was passing but had no idea of how much.
“You seem troubled, my son,” came a voice from his left. A different voice. Chad almost jumped out o
