St John church chapter 5

  On reaching Saint john church, I walked to the entrance that was fenced round with high walls and wires. The gate of the church was golden in colour and had different symbols on it. I stepped forward and placed my right hand on the gate, feeling the symbols with my fingers and looking at them. It was a foreign language that I had never seen nor heard of, they were also drawings of creatures with wings that looked nothing less than angels . I leaned forward and looked at the drawings closer but I was soon distracted by the sudden movement of the gate. The gate opened but not fully. In front of me there was an old man clothed in white garment and held a small book on his hand.

   "you must be Sabrina, we have being waiting for you." He said and smiled at me.

     "How do you know my name?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.

    "I was informed that you were coming here." what, he was informed but by who. The only person who knew about her whereabouts was loucesa and his a demon. How can a demon and a priest relate with each other? I said to my self. The priest walked in so I followed him. It was a very big church. The church was untop of a mountain or more like a plateau, so we had to step on stepping stones which was gigantic. When we got to the main entrance of the church I studied my surrounding and looked around. 'it seems like I wasn't the only girl child here. I saw some girls wearing a white long garment and drying off the clothes under the sun. A young woman probably in her thirties approached us and bowed.

  "welcome back my priest."

  "Thank you Angela. He said and smiled at her and the ladies face reddened. This is Sabrina, Angela pls take her to her room and make sure she's comfortable."

"yes my priest." The young lady said and I followed her, trailing behind her.

  "Sabrina so you are new here?"

   "yes ma'am."

    "oh pls call me Angela, it makes me feel old when you call me ma'am." she said and smiled.

     "OK." I said with a straight face.

     "hmm."

     "if I may ask, why are you putting on a white garment? Are you perhaps also a priest?" I said and looked at her.

    "oh no my dear. I'm not a priest but I'm a nun, they are several nuns in this church that are here to pray to the lord and help out the children." she said and smiled. We walked down through different part until we reached a room with the number 485 embedded on the door. She gave me a key and said...

 " if you need me for anything my room number is 345." she said and clasped her hands together, smiling.

  "OK miss... Angela, thank you." I entered and looked around me. It seems like I'm entrusted to one room which is very cool. The room wasn't very big or fancy but atleast it had clothes in the cupboards and other toiletries. I fell on my bed with my back facing the roof. I couldn't help but to think of what has happened this past few days.