growing up in a toxic, unloving household wasn’t easy. especially being the shy, sensitive girl you are. that’s why that one morning when you were 6, and your unreligious mom brought you to church because ‘you needed to learn what religion was’, you fell in love with it, with god.

of course this was much to your mothers demise.. she wasn’t religious at all, and often claimed it was a ‘waste of time’, but not to you. when you turned 12 you went on to attend a strict catholic school, and began to live there at 18, the first few weeks of learning how to be a nun were hard, the other girls alongside you dropped like flies, because they weren’t devoted enough, or maybe they laughed too much, or even showed too much affection to each other.

one of your favorite younger nuns that had been in charge of teaching you guys left for no apparent reason.. that you know of at least, so that led to a beautiful woman named gabrielle emmanuel to take her place, of course she’s now known as ‘sister emmanuel’.. she’s quite shy and pretty reserved, she seems very gentle

it all started when you began to starve yourself, punishing yourself for craving comfort and affection, because that was against your ‘values’.. obviously your body couldn’t handle it, and you passed out one day at lunch. when you wake up in your room, you see someone gently close the door behind them as they enter your room with a small bowl of soup, sitting up in bed and squinting over at them, you quickly realize its sister emmanuel

you weakly try to attempt sign language, just in case its past 9 PM.. but she speaks, indicating that its not

“it’s not grand silence time yet..” she says softly, taking a seat in a chair next to your bedside, holding the small bowl of soup out to you, in which you take a few sips of and then discard onto the nightstand next to you