Kill the Lights

The story's missing a wishing well.

No mirror to show and tell.

No kiss that can break the spell.

I'm falling asleep.

Chapter One

Things were simple. My life was already planned out for me. And no complications ever stood in the way of my family's want and desires for me to become. I was the stereotypical perfect innocent girl. As well as being the preacher's daughter. I had a reputation to keep up with. A façade to continue. An act to put on. I didn't mind it much. I had never experienced anything else beside the life I knew. My parents spoke of other lives, and they sounded horrid. I knew that I had no choice but to obey my parents and love God. Because I was never given a choice to be anyone else, and quite honestly I didn't think I was allowed a choice. So I didn't question things. I just did what I was told. I pretended that I was too oblivious to it all to even begin to question anything. But I was smarter than that and I knew there were other options out there. But whenever I began to wonder, I stopped myself. I distracted my curious mind with prayers to God. Besides why would I want anything else? I had a beautiful home, a somewhat stable family, and God. It's all I knew. It's all I'd ever know. And I accepted that because there really is no sense in trying to change something you aren't even sure needs changing.

It was a typical Saturday. My parents and I would go to the church to set things up for tomorrow's services. Instead this time my mom didn't come. She said she didn't feel well, but I believed it wasn't illness that made her back out on our Saturday rituals. I believed it was the need to be away from my father. My father was a good man, please don't get me wrong with my words. But he and my mother had been arguing lately. No yelling or screaming, nothing to that extreme. But they disagreed very often lately. I would curiously ask my mother what they were disagreeing about, but she'd always reply with the same answer.

"Adult stuff. Don't worry about it, Clare."

And being myself and the way I was raised, I didn't further ask. If my mother dismissed something, I dismissed it as well. But I still couldn't help but wonder. And asking my father was out of the question. I had my assumptions and ideas and those were all I was really entitled to. But it was quite alright, at least I was allowed my mind, without that I haven't a clue what I'd even do. I kept my thoughts to myself as did my family. And it was just how it was.

My father was in the lobby making phone calls reminding everyone of tomorrow's worship services. I was doing my normal job of cleaning and dusting the worship center. I dusted the pews, sanitized the piano and anything else my father requested of me.

"Clare," My father said, I glanced up from dusting the armrest of one of the pews in the first few rows. "I need to run into town for a moment." He stated before continuing, "There is someone in the hospital and their family requested that I meet with them and say a prayer on their recovery." He explained. I nodded, understanding. A preacher's job was never done, I suppose. It wasn't unlikely for my father to go somewhere and leave me by myself in the church. I'd grown to think of it as my second home. My father walked out and I continued to clean the pew. I began to hum a hymn to myself. I wasn't aloud to listen to anything that wasn't about praising the Lord. Which I understood, I didn't want to fill my mind with filth….at least that's what myparents claimed would happen.

I finished one pew and moved to the other, I was beginning to get into a cleaning routine. I was almost done with the first row of pews, when suddenly I heard the sound of some sort of loud motor. It was not my father's SUV. It was much louder. It sounded almost like….a motorcycle. I turned my head to the worship center entrance and glanced into the lobby, I began to slowly take a step toward the lobby.

It was before I could even gather my thoughts that I heard….

SMASH!

The sound of the window in the lobby breaking. I lost my mind and dropped my towel that I used to dust the pews. I heard the sound of male laughter. Many males laughing. And none of which sounded friendly. I gasped and darted under the very last pew I had dusted. I had no idea what else to do. Breaking into a church wasn't exactly the normal thing. Especially my church. I tucked my knees into my chest and tried to pretend as though I was invisible. I held the bottom of my blue dress tightly as the laughter grew louder and closer.

"I can't believe we did that shit." One male voice remarked.

"I told you we'd cause some damage one way or another, Drew." Another voice said, this voice seemed to sound relaxed, calm, almost like a twisted fantasy.

Finally a group of four boys came into sight as they passed the pew I was hidden under. They were all dressed in a similar style. The first boy had brown hair that spiked up on the very top. He wore a pair of tight dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, with a black hoodie over top. He looked young in the face, his smile was cute. The next boy was short and skinny. He wore a grey beanie on his head with his dark brown hair peering under it. He had on dark pants and a dark grey faded long sleeve shirt. He looked as though he belonged but didn't at the same time. The third boy had dark skin and black hair. He had on blue jeans and a black shirt, which was covered up by a navy jacket. He looked as though he was the leader or at least second in command.

The fourth boy looked more rugged than the rest. He had jet black hair, it looked messy and choppy but styled in the same way. He was wearing black skinny jeans, black combat boots and a black leather jacket. His green eyes stood out from his pale skin, they were almost hypnotizing. He was fit, but not too fit. The three other boys seemed to be awaiting his next orders.

"Alright guys, take a look around and make sure no one else is here." The green eyed boy announced, his voice was the one I was fond of. I bit my lip, trying to disguise any sound. I was scared, but I was also enchanted. But my time to figure out what was going through my mind was limited right now.

"What if we find someone?" The dark skinned boy asked, the green eyed boy looked at him as if he'd answered this question too many times.

"You bring them to me and I'll deal with them." He said the last part grimly. The three boys nodded and two of them went into the bathroom areas and the other moved back into the offices. The green eyed boy stayed in the worship center. He began to wander around, looking for something or anything. I watched him carefully, but not too carefully. I didn't want him to find me. I was scared what'd happen. If these men had already broken into a church, I'm sure morals weren't really something they possessed.

I moved my legs into a different position because they were beginning to fall asleep. Right after I moved them I regretted it. Because the silk on my dress rubbed together and made a faint sound. But thought the sound was faint, it echoed due to the quietness of the church.

I quickly glanced up to see green eyes looking directly in my direction. I broke the stare and tried to climb out from under the pew, I needed to get out of here. I needed to run away. Who knows? Maybe I would be running for my life. But as I tried to climb out from under the pew, the dark haired green eyed boy was right there in front of me and I couldn't move. He was only a foot away from me, he began to walk closer to me. I scooted back under the pew and tried to get far from him, even though running was pretty useless now. I was scared. I was beyond scared. I felt paralyzed. My back hit the other side of the pew and I looked back and sighed. I could sense that the green eyed boy had gotten significantly closer to me. I turned my head slowly and there he was. Only inches from me. I bit my lip and stared at him, afraid of what his next move would be.

Instead of doing anything he just stared at me. He stared me directly in my eyes. And I think that scared me more than him actually making a move to hurt me. I didn't look away though, I just got lost in his eyes. They looked tired and sad. As if he'd been through many events in his life that'd caused him to just give up. I could see it all in his eyes. He didn't look scary anymore, he looked broken. And part of me wanted to fix him somehow and repair all of his hurt. But I didn't even know this boy. For all I knew he could've been a murderer and I could've been his next victim. But something told me he wasn't going to kill me. And I believed it.

He slowly lifted his hand and gently placed it on my cheek. His hand was warm and the feeling of his skin on my skin made me feel almost….content. As if he'd cast a spell on me just by touching me. I watched as his lips formed what seemed to be the most beautiful half smile I'd ever witnessed in my short years. I just stared at him and he looked back at me. I felt as though he was a protector….like a guardian angel in some type of bizarre way. I wondered if he felt that feeling too and that's why he didn't do anything but touching my cheek. He face moved in closer to mine, not close enough for a meeting though. And part of that disappointed me.

He took a breath, "You better get out of here." He said in almost a whisper. His whisper was husky and alluring. I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. I felt like I was wrapped around his finger in some type of tragedy.

I just obeyed him and climbed out from under the pew. I breathed in his scent before running out of the worship center. As I ran into the lobby area I turned my head around and saw him. He damaged green eyes were still watching me and I didn't mind it, I preferred it. I climbed out of the broken window then went outside. I sat down in front of the large tree, knowing that when the boys made a quick getaway they wouldn't notice me.

When my dad returned I told him that some kids on a bike threw something at the window causing it to break. Then rode off. He believed it. But I didn't understand why I didn't tell him the truth. I didn't lie. God didn't like lying. And that was the first lie I'd ever told my parents. All I could do was picture the green eyed boys face and his smell. Oh, his smell. He smelled of pure cinnamon. It was beautiful. And I couldn't help but still imagine the feeling of when his skin touched mine. I wasn't sure what this feeling of obsession was. But I knew I couldn't tell anyone. I knew that this was one of those things I'd have to keep to myself and in some sort of way I preferred this green eyed boy to be a secret. My secret.

It's funny how a simple meeting by mistake led me to feel such a vast amount of emotions I'd never even though existed. Part of me knew that obsessing over this was bad and that I should just move on and forget I'd ever witnessed his existence. But the other half wanted to know him, and I decided to make it my goal to at least find out his name. A name. Nothing more. And then I'd drop this little memory.

But names can lead to so much more than anyone, even myself, could ever begin to imagine.

Review please? Things will pick up. I'm excited for this story and I hope you guys are too! (: