First Chapter: Distinct Memoirs- Adalia's P.O.V.

I unbuttoned the top of my shirt till i felt the calming fresh summer air course threw my body. It had been up to the high Nineties today. I wasn't sure if i should get up or just collapse on the rocking chair, when I heard the distinct sound of voices, just outside my door. It sounded like the Pastor and the new farmer. I made my way to the window quietly, for if i could hear them, than they should be able to hear me. It seemed like one of those typical conversations, where the pastor was forgiving any of those who had sinned, even after murder. I listened more thoroughly when i noticed something was different with this forgiveness speech, " I don't know if you knew this Pastor, but god just isn't the person you truly thought he was and is", said the farmer. As i peered threw the newly cleaned windows, i could see the shock rise from the tips of the pastors toes. " Why, Dylann, I'm sure i don't know what you mean, god is with us at all times, I mean, I know where going threw some hardships, but that doesn't mean he's not listening or watching", The pastor was explaining. I knew what Dylann was actually doing, he really wasn't concerned with god... no, he was playing a mind game, and not just any mind game... he was going to strike. I knew i would be too late if i didn't get to the door and stop him, i didnt know how i would,l but i just knew the Pastor couldn't die... I mean why would Dylann feel the urge to kill this kind and gentle being, only brought upon us to share wisdom from our savior? I pulled up the ruffled part of my skirt and ran to the door, fumbled with the knob, and made my way to the endangered pastor. " Wait,", I screamed. " Please, Dylann it doesn't have to be this way!", the closer i got, the farther they were. This was a nightmare. Every cell, bone, and inch of my body knew i couldn't save the only person who knew who i was, what i am , and how i could survive. 

Before i could save him, i was back in my room, watching the daily 10:00 am news. These flashbacks were becoming more frequent. I had to check in to this. And soon...