A lonely 18-year-old man
A spontaneous 20-year-old man
The story begins in a church
Someone is lost
It's a story about escape
Your character approaches the situation extremely carefully
I was told I wasn't normal.
From when I was young, I had no interest in anything. I didn't want to play in the sandpit. I didn't want to read books. I didn't even want to make clay blobs. People thought I was shy.
Then in secondary school, I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to play football. I didn't want to go drinking. I didn't want to talk about girls. People thought I was a freak.
Now, in college, I don't know where I'm going. Everything seems pointless. I don't have anything to work for. I don't have anyone to work for. The only thing that I can say I truly like is where I live.
About five minutes walking distance from my flat is a small church. From the outside, it doesn't look like much, but inside it's utterly breathtaking. The stained glass paints everything in a dappled, rainbow coloured light. The ceiling is covered with images of events from years long gone. The seats are made of oak and each has a handmade prayer cushion woven with an image of faith. Most importantly, aside from myself, no-one is ever there.
Although I attended a Christian school, I've never been religious. There seemed too much sin in the world for a god to exist. If he did, he was surely laughing at the world. "Our lives are just a game for him to play" I mumbled to myself. "Throw the dice and see who loses today."
"Is that so?" A voice from behind me said, making me jump out of my skin. "What are you hoping to roll?"
Composing myself, I turned around. A man barely older than myself wearing a vicar's collar was walking towards me with a smile and his hands behind his back. His hair was swept to one side as though by the wind rather than a hairbrush, and his eyes were greener than the emerald patches cast by the windows. For some reason, he didn't seem remotely irritated at my criticizing of his God in his church.
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you there. I'll be on my way." I stammered, standing and almost slipping on a prayer cushion.
"It's fine. But don't you think if our lives are games, they ought to be fun?"
I studied his face. He really didn't look angry, just mildly curious. I didn't want to come off as harsh, so I thought for a few moments before speaking.
"Doesn't it feel...wrong, though? People pretending to enjoy life, ignoring all that doesn't comply with their perfect image of the world, trying to escape without knowing where they're going."
"Perhaps that may be so, but as a great man once said 'Faith is taking the first step even if you can't see the whole staircase.'.They say ignorance is bliss, and living life surrounded by hate isn't good for the soul."
"But what about the people who are forced to live that way," I protested " What good will ignorance do them, then?"
"If you don't like something, go forth and try to change it. But don't spend time worrying over things out of your control." He turned to the window, lowering his voice to a whisper.
"Close your eyes. Imagine the world you'd love to live in. Hold that image and don't let go. Chase it, reach for it, do what you can to make it happen. Don't be sad if life doesn't go your way, it just means it's showing you another route to go down. Now, wish..."
Hesitating a little, I slowly did as he said. I wished. I wished so hard I thought my heart would burst. I wished for knowledge, love, a direction. Suddenly, it clicked. I could see where I wanted to go, What I wanted to be. Everything made sense. But when I opened my eyes to thank the man, he was nowhere to be seen.
That didn't stop me though. Now I had a mental map, with my path marked out for me. I was ready to chase it. I wanted to. All these shackles I had chained myself with over the years, I had shaken off.
I was free.