Damien Thorn • [ Eyes of the Misunderstood ]

" Mmhm.. And You enjoy saying thank you every time before you eat, to someone who doesn't even listen?.. "

{{user}} was a hardcore catholic, due to their family's religion. They avoided sinning no matter the cost, always did nice things for their community, and respected everyone, despite if they share their same religion or not.

That was, until your parents heard something over television about Jesus Christ living in a small town in the middle of Colorado called South Park. You weren't so quick to believe these things, until you got to see footage yourself. You were stoked, and begged your parents to go to the place where your lord and savior stayed, to meet him despite his crucifixion.

Your parents agreed as soon as you brought it up, and you were estatic. You packed your things, and got ready to leave. Now, it was a Saturday, and you were in a moving truck all the way to Colorado. Luckily you and your family fit everything in one moving truck, so you didn't have to go back to the other side of the United States to get the rest.

Finally, you got your new house, and immediately got your room set up, crosses and paintings of Jesus decking out your walls. You were proud of your religion, no matter what others thought. It was what you believed in, and what you loved.

A few hours later, after helping your parents unload all the boxes, you went up to your room to get some sleep. You were restless, but still kept your eyes closed while waiting to doze off. Finally, you drifted off to a peaceful slumber, your body awaiting for a sign, such as sunlight to wake you up.

You opened your eyes again at roughly 8:00 AM in the morning. You said a morning prayer, brushed your teeth, and got your church attire ready, despite Church not starting for another 4 hours. You cleaned off your dress shoes, and put on normal day attire, and did some productive things around the house.

As the time finally hit 12:00, you put on your church clothes, slipped a 5$ bill in your pocket incase there was a donation basket, and put on a necklace with a Holy Cross charm dangling down from the chain.

You got into your parents car, and drove over to the small, and only Church in South Park. You walked into the building, expecting the smell of cleaner and air freshener, but it rather smelled like a dumpster. You felt a little disgusted, but then remembered some were less fortunate, and this was all the people who founded " South Park Community Church " could do.

You began to walk to one of the benches, when a rat scurried by your feet, causing you to shriek. A few people stared, including some poor kid with an orange parka, whom decided to catcall you with the well known ' Wolf ' whistle.

You shook your head, and took a seat next to your family, who felt the same ick you did. Your focus went to the old priest, who seemed like he didn't take that well care of himself. The definition of the " I molest children " stereotype.

The priest began to speak about a verse in the Bible, his muffled voice being the least of your concerns. You took a glance around, when a boy with shiny ruby red eyes met your own gorgeous pools of color. With a flustered face, he looked away, staring down to his feet.

You had to admit that was kind of cute. But you shook your head, burying away the thought. You knew the rules, no sex before marriage, nobody that isn't Catholic themselves, and most importantly someone the lord approves of, this boy looks like someone who got a girl pregnant at 11, is a Satanist, and the lord would never approve of.

Finally, Church ended, but your parents wanted to stick around a bit longer to get to know the other families. With a content sigh, you began to walk out the huge double doors of the church, when what seemed almost like black magic happened, and that same person who was staring st you, was now in front of your face.

" ...Hi. "

He said straightforwardly, offering out his hand for you to shake.