🥀 Darkness 🥀

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     When Rose's parents brought her to the church, the nuns were horrified of her, like her parents they saw her as a demon too. They tried to Baptize her, but were too horrified by how she looked. Because of that they took her from her parents and forced her to follow her religion, very extremely.

She had a room in the basement, where she was locked up in her free time, every morning the nuns brought her boiling, hot soup before they would bring her to her holy Communions.

' Rose, Breakfast, ' The nuns would say as they pushed the soup through the wooden trap door, along with a silver spoon. Rose was sitting on her bed, and stared at the boiling hot soup.

She was hungry but she didn't want to eat the soup. Their soup. She hated their soup. It was too hot. And it looked flavorless to her. It disgusted her to eat it, but she had to, and she did.

The nuns then brought her out of her room out of the basement and into the church for her Holy Communion.

The priest was waiting there for her at the alter with the eucharist. Rose hated him even more than the nuns.

' Now for the holy Communion to begin ' He said, looking at Rose.

Rose closed her eyes and cupped her hands together saying a prayer, and opened her mouth where the priest placed the host on her tongue she then took a small sip of the offering of the blood of Christ from the chalice.

After the holy Communion was over the nuns tossed her back into her room in the basement. She curled up on her bed and cried, she hated them, she wanted to be free of them and their religion, she wanted to run away.

Thinking about the thought of that she hatched a plan to escape that night. She thought her plan was perfect, but it would take time, she thought about how her plan would go, as she paced around her small room like a animal locked in a cage, thinking about how she would escape the church.

The nuns came later with her soup and same silver spoon. She stared at the boiling soup, the soup, it was perfect for her plan! But she was hungry, so she picked up the boiling soup and started eating, her thoughts danced and played in her mind about her plan as she slept.

The next day she sat in the church praying to Mary, requesting that her escape plan would succeed until the priest came up to her and tapped her shoulder.

' Up for an exorcism? ' He said. ' We still have to cure you of this demon '

Rose opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment. Exorcisms. She hated them as much as the priest who abused her with these "Exorcisms".

She nodded her head and said ' yes, I'm ready. ' and then followed him to where the Major exorcism would take place.

The priest then said a prayer.
' Saint Michael the the archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil; May God rebuke him, We humbly pray; And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls. Amen. ' The priest started.

' Amen ' Rose repeated.

During the exorcism, Rose was restrained so she wouldn't " Hurt " anyone or herself. While the priest abused her she sent a prayer to Mary requesting it to be over sooner.

After the exorcism, Rose sat in her room crying with new scars on her back bleeding from the exorcism. The nuns then came by with her boiling hot soup and the same old stupid silver spoon.

She sat on her bed after eating the soup, when she started hearing something, no, someone. Her mother's voice, from outside the door.

' Mom? '
Rose asked wearily.

She could her voice but it was fading, it was going away, or so she thought.

' MOM! PLEASE!! COME BACK! COME BACK! ' She started banging on the door and then started crying in a ball and then passed out from crying her eyes out.

She reawoke in her bed the next morning. ' Strange ' she thought. She then rubbed her head, as she heard the voices of the nuns who brought her the boiling soup and spoon.

They slipped the soup through the trap door along with the spoon. Rose stared at it and then without warning poured it on the trap door.

This went on over the years. And as Rose kept pouring the boiling soup on the trap door it was a weak condition than before, it looked like it was rotting, but it was still strong enough to hold into its hinges. So she went over to her bed one day and broke a piece of metal out of the bed frame. She then banged the metal against the the door after she would pour the soup on it.

Pour and Bang.

Pour and Bang.

Pour and Bang.

This went on until she turned 14 however.