Kaleb arrived home from school that day completely exhausted of all emotion. He had spent virtually all of his classes repeating in his mind, 1
“Our father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.” 2
It was the only prayer he knew, besides the one you say before you sleep, and he wasn't any good at making his own prayers. During lunch, he had escaped from his friends and hid in the bathroom the whole time, trying his best not to- 3
(scream as loudly as last time)4
-cry like he did this morning. In times of extreme despair, he would ask- 5
(to stop it, please just stop it-! It hurts!)6
-the teacher to excuse him to the bathroom, and of course they would; they had no reason not to. He would crouch on the toilet seat with the lid down and just hold his rosary close to him like he had earlier that morning, and kiss every single one of the precious wooden beads, so that it may give him the strength to go on. 7
Now that he was at home, the rosary tucked safely underneath his shirt, he carried his body in to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. His heart didn't even feel like it had the energy to keep beating, and yet- 8
(they toll for THEE, mom!) 9
-it somehow did. 10
(Do you think God will ever forgive me, Kaleb?)11
(No.)12
Kaleb was only inches away from falling into the numb, ignorant bliss that was sleep when he felt large, calloused hands grip his waist. 13
And then, for a moment, it felt like Kaleb's heart had stopped. It felt like his heart had tripped and then been too tired and scared to get back up again. 14
Kaleb knew who it was, who it was that was lifting him up by the waist and holding him under his arm like some kind of object. 15
And as he was being carried up the stairs, his limbs bouncing with every step, all Kaleb could do was cry, because- 16
(WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!) 17
-he didn't even have the energy to care this time. 18
(Pater noster, qui es in caelis:
sanctificetur Nomen Tuum;
adveniat Regnum Tuum;
fiat voluntas Tua,
sicut in caelo, et in terra.
Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie;
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris;
et ne nos inducas in tentationem;
sed libera nos a Malo.)
Author notes
okay, originally this chapter and the next chapter were going to be one chapter, but I thought that this ended in a good place and I didn't want to break the habitish type thing of making the chapters uber short. So yeah
Title means [God Willing] - Tired
The ending is just the lord's prayer in latin.
Here's the link to chapter six.
http://storywrite.com/story/169356
Comments are like food for the starving author *nom nom nom*
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So...Effin'...Powerful.
Okay, this was my favoritest chapter yet. God I just, I LOOOOOVED how it ended. it left me with such a feeling. It was so powerful...it was like I was exhausted at the end. It drew up famous emotions and the places where you lead then stop just made me die (again). It was...beautiful and powerful. And my eyes are stinging!
♥-|Mel|-♥
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Wow...this again was just so sad and upsetting. Poor Kaleb...this just makes me think of my friend again. It makes me want to hug Kaleb and tell him it will all be alright, just like I did for Matt.
It's just so sad and it makes me think of everything from five years ago.
Just...wow...
It was amazingly written. -
You incorperate the latin so well i can almost hear him whispering it under his breath, tired and not willing to want to breath.
The images are are painted so well... with so much (GOD DAMN) emotion...It really bites me... it is like watching a rollar coaster stop in mid air, all the blood dripping to the passangers head all the screames, the yelling the fear.... untill it goes back around, calm for a while and stops in another place.... over and over and over...and no one can get of.... ever
I swear If that was my place, i would of alreadt had a knife to carve him like a christ turkey... even before He got near me, fuck the blood trail, I'd pour holy water on the bastard just to rub the salt into the wounds....
Another fucking amazing chapter ~ I also appreciate how much effort you put into it with the translation
go you good thing
Blair
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Wow..
I really, really, really, like this chapter. I know I've been saying this about them all, but I think this might be the MOST powerful one yet. The rosary seemed important before, but this one showed how much meaning it has to him. I mean, it seems as if he thinks it to be his only hope, something to hold on to. No, scratch that, the only thing he feels he has to hold onto. I love how you portray his feelings outright, without saying everything outright. This chapter seems to be the shortest, but it has the MOST meaning. (To me, at least.) The emotions are just so rich and are packed into this wonderfully short chapter, giving them far more meaning, and you sense all the hurt he's going through. The despair...
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