[ WP ] A nun no longer , she walks out the convent gates having left habit and faith behind .

A sigh escaped her lips as she stood before the convent gates. The heavy, rusty cast iron bars resembled something from a prison. Perched on top of the gates was a strong, cast iron cross, it's black paint starting to rust away. 
 
 `` My gates of freedom...'' She whispered, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. `` I thought you served as my protection, but you were nothing more than a guard keeping a prisoner in.'' She mused as she clutched a small leather bag in her hands. 
 
 The leather bag was old, the once deep brown colour had long since faded to a faint fawn colour, patches of white, cracked leather dotted the bag along its edges. It was the bag she brought with her when she first joined the convent, most of her possessions were taken from her, except for some religious items. Now, as she stood at the gates her bag was lighter than ever, only one pair of clothes sat neatly folded at the base of the bag, her old nuns uniform which she planned to personally dispose of. 
 
 She turned around, the faint warm breeze brushing her long ashen hair across her face. With a withered hand she tucked her stray locks behind her ears and gazed back at the convent. It was an old, crumbling building that resembled something out of a horror movie. 
 
 Flash backs blinded her vision. Years of guilt caused her tried grey eyes to water over. She had ruined not just her life but the lives of many innocent young woman and their young children. 
 
 `` I wanted to help people... I thought I could make a difference in this broken world... I just added to the cracks.'' She sighed shakily as she turned her back on the convent, as she turned her back on her old habits and faith. 
 
 She reached out and clutched onto the rusting bars of the gate and pushed them open. They sung open slowly, groaning and creaking, almost reluctant to let her leave. 
 
 `` I'll repent for my sins... but not to you.'' She smiled as she tilted her head back, staring up at the sky as the dark clouds rolled over the land like a blanket. 
 
 With her head held high and a heavy chest she strode towards the taxi awaiting her. 
 
 She left her entire way of life behind in that convent. Everything she had ever believed in, everything she had practiced and loved. It meant nothing anymore.
