“Vanessa, the Bishop would like to see you in his office,” said Mother Superior. Her tone dry and to the point. Everyone knows that she has no soul. She is the one who recruits the young bags of flesh and turns them into what the novice would call Nuns. For the most part, the girls were from broken homes, runaways, and some even came to the church after a life on the streets. Not all of them innocent, but when they found ones like Vanessa, the depraved of the world would pay top dollar to be the one who destroyed their faith.Continue reading “Everything comes with a price tag”
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She watched through rose-colored glasses at the destruction he caused with words alone. He sat behind the computer screen and threw insults, slurs, and hate to all that didn’t understand his pain. He was the bully whose only ammunition was the scathing fury of words he built in his own mind. Screams of pain from the victims along the way each carried a new mark of self-destruction. If sticks and stones can break your bones, how come words can’t hurt you? Alone in her head, she finally watched as the last blow destroyed the imaginary world where she found her peace.
His words opened wounds that scathed her soul, digging deeper with each dagger that dripped from his tongue. Her heart his canvas, she ripped her chest wide, begging him to take what was left. Carnivorous with greed, he slowly picked at the flesh, knowing that the pain he would cause could be the masterpiece she sought. As his night meets the dawn like her heaven meets his hell. Two souls bound together forever, she waited to be once again drunk from his selfish desires.
I don’t understand hate. Each person, good or bad, travels through our lives for a reason. They teach us how we want to be, and how we don’t. Often I tell those that have abused me mentally that I love them. People think that’s silly, and maybe me being sarcastic. Neither to be honest. I tell them that because they need to hear it the most. We never know the path one travel on to meet us, so do not judge the ground beneath them. Love is free. Give it away.