Thread: REPENT! (Jack Stalker and Rosie)

The red light of dusk filtered through the curtained window, seeming to illuminate her bleak situation. Natalie's heart had been racing the entire afternoon. The day had been coming to her for years. Every day, she was faced with the sinful temptations that came to every living being...and it seemed like she failed at every turn. It was just too much - the disdain her parents showed her drove her mad. Especially because her younger sister was the golden one. She was beautiful and kind and excelled in everything that made a good young woman. Brushing the curly blonde hair out of her face, she mentally straightened her clothing. Her mother had made her wear her very finest clothes to mark the day she gave herself over to the church. Being from a moderately poor family, this meant a ruffled floor length white skirt and a matching button up blouse - the white was for purity - that Natalie personally thought accented her natural beauty. 'Vanity is sin' The thought made her wince, and she drew a shaky breath as she listened to the Father. His words were harsh, and her wide, dark eyes merely stared, every accusation making her mind cloud with self-loathing. Never before had a man of the Lord talked this way... Father...I am wicked. Her clear voice rang quietly in the silence, though she struggled with every phrase. As always, she wondered what would be extreme enough for a confession..surely not everything she did was a sin? I lie to my parents often. They want me to sit at home and knit and find a good husband. But I go and swim in the river almost every day, Pausing, she pretended to think, though she was merely leaving out the part where she would swim nude. I don't always come to church. My parents walk me to Sunday school, but I leave to roam the town and think. I can't stand my sister...sometimes I do things to get her in trouble so she can't bother me anymore, Confessions were undoubtedly the worst thing she would ever have to do. Her words flowed quickly. Being judged by a Priest was...unnerving. What if he told her she was going to hell? Or...what if she omitted something particularly terrible and he found out? Would he really send her to the mines? Wringing tiny hands in her lap, she stared at her feet that scraped at the ground in anticipation. And...I like...boys. No, this wasn't a sin, she had checked. But...she was unmarried with no suitors. Pale cheeks glowed with shame as she continued. There's a boy that I skip Sunday school with, he's a fine boy and he's nice and has a good family and we have a lot in common but... She was babbling, and mildly shaking in fear of damnation but decided to be out with it. This had ultimately been her choice. I let him touch me...and that's wrong and I want more. I don't know how to stop it. The cold severity of her words seemed to calm the young lady, and she breathed a sigh of relief. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness, Natalie quoted the verse so fluidly is was obvious she'd been thinking of that one for quite some time. I know I can achieve forgiveness, and desperately need your guidance. I...obviously can't do it alone.