up, I know I am the invisible and forgotten one of this group. That will always be fine with me. I was put through the same training that the Purity is having to deal with, with the two Priests.
It has made the other women just act as if I don’t exist. I wish I could save her. Knowing they deny her one meal, I try to smuggle her in a snack. She looks at me as if she doesn’t trust me. I guess when I was in her spot, I didn’t trust many either. Honestly, I’m not sure I could say I trust all of them now. However, I was here to do the lord’s work, not make friends.
Purity I am concerned about and have agonized several times if I should go to Mother Superior over her. I found her box under her bed. It had the most peculiar things in it. A knife of all things, and small bones. There were also some drawings in it, along with some dried up bodies of dead bugs.
Placing it back where I found it, I really wanted to take it and burn it. The whole thing felt vile in my hands. Now trying to figure out how to discuss it with her.
I wanted her to know I was a friend, an ally if she wanted. I went through what she was experiencing with the two men. As bad as I hate to admit it, it did make me stronger.
Sister Purity
Why was Sister Hanleigh in my room with my box? Peeking around the corner, I saw her contaminate all of my special items. She would pay for that.
The surge of anger that went through me made my knees weak. Literally had to root myself in the spot so I wouldn’t throttle her. How dare she touch my stuff.
At least she didn’t find my entrance to my secret lair. As far as I knew, I was the only one who went back there to worship. Maybe it was time to speak, and confide in Sister Hanleigh. She would soon learn the penalty of snooping through things that were none of her business.
Hiding in the shadows, I let her leave the room. I would chance her coming back, then she would be all mine.
She left my room with a concerned look on her face, oblivious to me being in the darkness watching her.
Walking in my room, I looked at the calendar. One more night, and my silence would be broken. Taking my box out, I pulled the knife, tucking it in a fold with a safety pin.
Kneeling in front of my bed, I pulled my worn bible out, and stayed like that for hours. Reading, praying, and deciphering God’s word, put me in a dazed state.
When I felt a feather like touch on my shoulder, I knew it was her. She couldn’t resist butting in where it wasn’t her business. I glanced up to see Hanleigh's face smiling down at me. Forcing my lips to upturn at her, I took her proffered hand, and stood up.
“Purity if you need anything, anything at all, please let me know.”
Deciding it was time, I hadn’t had my fix in a long time, never with a human, but there was a first time for everything.
It was early, but I thought God would forgive me. “Come with me.”
She looked at me, her eyes rounded with surprise. Nodding, she assented.
I turned to my secret entrance, knowing she would follow. Hearing her exclamations of shock as I walked her down the quiet dark hallway. I could feel her excitement as she looked around.
The mirror grabbed her right away. She turned from side to side checking herself out. Then she saw my discipline hanging on the side. With regret in her features, she turned to me, “Purity, please tell me you don’t think you need to whip yourself with this.”
“Humility is the quality of being humble. Humility comes from the Latin word humilis, which literally means low. If you feel humility in front of someone, you feel small in the scheme of things — that you are just a simple, insignificant person. Someone who spends his life taking care of others shows humility. I literally am no one, which is of course why I use that on my flesh.”
Staring at her, I took her hand, leading her to the circle. She shrieked in fear. I was perplexed. I didn’t expect this reaction. It always made me feel so welcome. Sometimes, I swore I