Username;; ~Prophecy~
Name;; Mercy
Gender;; Female
I was born into a Christian family. Everyone in my family are very committed Christians. From the start, my parents taught me about God, read me Bible stories, prayed with me, and made me a devoted Christian too. My parents were supportive of everything I did and everything about who I was.
Soon, my friends began to talk about boys- Talk about which guy they "liked." There were never any guys I "liked," though there were nice male viscets. After a while, I began to worry. I thought about how beautiful my friends were and always desired to have more deep, late night talks to be closer to them. I did my best to block out those thoughts, even though I didnt know what they were. I concentrated on God, schoolwork and other things as I figured it was because I wasn't completely happy with myself and wanted to be like them.
I began to lose faith at the time where I had my strong feeling towards someone.
She was everything my parents said they wanted my mate to be like. The day I realized this I was going to go over my friends for a sleepover. The typical question came up. "Do you like anyone?" She said in an eager voice. I replied yes. She was estatic because I never liked anyone before.
"Is he super hot?"
- "I find them very attractive, but their kindness is more important."
"You think his smile lights up the room. Makes you smile, right?"
- "Uhm. Not exactly. I like watching from afar and seeing them happy."
Many more questions came up, and I didn't lie for any of them, just made the answers general and said them or they.
"What's his name!?"
My eyes grew wide and I looked down. Raziel could be a male name... but she knows Raziel...
- "Ray." I blurted out.
After that sleep over I prayed more than ever, regaining my faith, but then again, just... slowly... started to stop believing. I didn't understand why this was happening to me, but I stopped believing that God was there. As my depression began to get worse, there came a day where I didn't put on the cross necklace that I wore everywhere for as long as I could remember.
An LGBT+ rights talk was that weedend, and I figured I should go, maybe I'll finally understand this. I was embarrassed as I arrived, seeing a few familiar faces, not anyone I personally knew, but townsfolk I saw often. I took a chair and tried to cover my face as some turned their heads to look at me since I was late. I looked around again, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw Raziel sitting in the chair two rows in front of me. I was completely shocked by this. She also went to a Christan church and has had a boyfriend.
After the speakers were done sharing advice and their stories, everyone began to leave. I tried to slip out as fast as I could, but tripped while doing so. Nearly everyone turned to look at me, alarmed by the loud thump I made.
"Mercy?! Is that really you?" My heart pounded faster. "Gosh. I wasn't expecting to see you here, Mercy." It was Raziel.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here either, Raziel," I mumbled as I jumped off the ground and ran away.
Weeks went by after that and I avoided Raziel at all costs. I ran into her as I finally decided to go to church again, forgetting she would be there and attempting to finalize whether I believed or didn't. She came up to me.
"Why were you there? I'm bi, if you were wondering." She smiled.
"Gay... I think. I dunno. Probably..." I blushed and was studdering like crazy.
"Peter 4:8," she declared "Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins." She smiled. "I like that Bible verse. A good argument against gay being a sin," Raziel added.
I smiled a genuine smile, which I hadn't really done much for a while. She invited me to sit with her. I was anxious and self conscious the whole time.
"You are acting strange, Mercy, I can see it. Do you have anxiety or... do you
like me?" She turned to me as we were leaving. I blushed again.
"That's very sweet, Mercy." She whispered as she hugged me and then darted away, leaving me in disbelief and pure joy.