"Our father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name." How long is this gonna take? "Thy kingdom come." My hands are starting to feel sweaty. "Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." I groan. I keenly glanced at my side. My mother was earnestly spouting whatever verse was next, head down and eyes closed. I grabbed the long wooden chair in front of me where my elbow had rested on and slowly hauled myself up. That's it, I'll just leave. Mom probably won't -
"Where do you think you're going again, young lady?" I closed my eyes momentarily, my lips formed into a thin line. I obviously knew it was my mom's hand grasping my wrist. Great. Does she perhaps have another set of eyes open?
"Restroom." I informed her coolly. "All that water you gave me is starting to act up."
She stared long and hard into my eyes before finally letting go of my wrist and sighing heavily. My eyebrows furrowed. "I'm just going to pee, Jesus."
She glowered at me for using 𝙝𝙞𝙨 name. I raise both of my hands in defence and was about to go when i heard her call out my name. "Rayne." How many months has it been since i've last heard her call my name? "Don't smoke." Nevermind. "I don't want people here to smell it." She whispered discreetly. She returned back to her position after stating god knows where she got the idea that i smoke. I scoffed. Do you think I'm stupid enough to buy something that'll just kill me?
"Sure, mom. Cause i reaally really love nicotine." I purposely said out loud; showing my best smile to people who gawked at me. I stepped outside before i could even see my mom shooting daggers at me. I stepped out of the church and I immediately crossed my arms due to the harsh wind. It's too cold out here. I started walking my way to the library, planning to indulge myself in books and letting my hand drag against the wall along the way. I stopped into a halt as my eyes caught a glimpse of green in an opening. I trudged towards it and i found myself astonished.
Was there always a beautiful garden here? As soon as I got inside the opening, there were u-shaped flower paths filled with vibrant colors of red camellias and yellow zinnias with several white trumpet flowers dangling from above. After i leisurely reached the end of the flower path, there was a wide amount of space with different varieties of flowers. It even had a path of tulips in different colors. As i walked in deeper, gaping at the flowers that all looked well-kept, i felt my heart leap. It was an area full of white lilies. It literally looked like heaven. Well, for me at least. I brushed my hands against the flowers, feeling that soft texture of petals. I always liked them beceause they were the flowers of sympathy; A flower given to someone who's departed from life.
All i could do was just stand there, staring at the sight, hoping i'd engrave it into my mind forever. I wish i could stay here. I'd love talk to these flowers all day. huh? My train of thought stopped to focus on a purple flower amidst the white lilies. An aconite? Did the gardener plant a wrong seed? what's a poisonous flower doing in a garden?
The funny thing is they symbolize death and warns you to be cautious..... which is very weird. When did the nuns have time to think of having a garden as glamorous as this? Ever since i came in, i haven't seen or heard any birds. I bend down to get a wiff of the flowers. It doesn't smell like anything, but the flowers look and feels real. I should go back. I hurriedly went back to the path of tulips, then to the varieties of flowers then i ran my legs out until the opening.
I plopped down to the ground, gasping heavily, as soon as i got out. I was sucking in air like i haven't breathe for hours. What the hell? "Rayne?" I looked up to see sister jocel approaching me frantically. I probably look so pathetic right now.
"Oh my goodness, are you alright?" She asks. I'm really not sure if i should still answer her when i obviously looked like i wasn't.
"I'm Fine." I muttered. After i got enough air to think clearly, i looked over my shoulder. I was sure i came out there not long ago. Why isn't the garden there? No opening or anything. I was facing a bare wall.
"You're not fine, rayne." You think? good thinking. She gripped my arm and helped me stand.
"Thank you. Is the mass over?" I question, feeling my ribs ache with every step.
"The mass ended 5 hours ago." She softly answered, her forehead creasing. "Is something wrong?"
There's definitely something wrong. I'm positive i've only been gone for 10 minutes at most. I'm also certain i came across a hauntingly beautiful garden and that it suddenly vanished. I groaned. I'm also sure i would sound crazy if i said it. Mom probably went home thinking that i left her when in truth, i just underwent through a supernatural occurence that is leading me to think that i'm crazy which is currently working.
I should just go back home. i feel so tired.