You sighed, standing up. You grab your friend's wrist and go to leave the restaurant. It's gotten to the point where you aren't even scared of these things anymore, you are just pissed off at how often they continue to mess with your life. You just want to eat. You just want to hang out. You just want to live your life. And at this point, you have someone you want to speak to. You let go of Harrison and get into the driver's seat, driven by motivation to drive the motor vehicle. You pull out of the parking space, tears filling your eyes. You knew who you had to speak with, and it was going to be a long and lengthy talk. You started speeding down the streets, not caring for your life or your passengers. You parked right in front of the church, even keeping the car running. Harrison would follow you, wanting to know what you'd do. You stepped out of the car, leaving your knife in the car, and slammed the door to the car, letting yourself inside the chapel. You stomped past the benches and went to the front. Dropping your knees and screaming, you begged for God to meet you. You wanted His sorry ass down there right this instant, even if it meant your own death to do so. You just wanted Him here. With you, in reality. Soon, you could feel His presence. Will you accept what He has to say or will you deny every word?