A Deal with Her

Chapter 2: Something isn't right.

Cordelia's Diary
Dear Diary,
It is March 11th 1953. It has been a couple of days since we last spoke. I have mostly been wanting to get use to the new surroundings of Verdoma Religious school for Girls. It's the most discomforting place I've EVER seen and even been in. Where do I begin?

Let's start of with rules. There are several strict rules that we girls must follow. Do NOT do anything sinful. Girls cannot be disrespectful to the nuns of this establishment or to one another. That involves bullying, both physical and mentally. Which in my opinion is a good rule. Respecting each other is a glorious thing in the world and I believe every person is in deserving of respect, unless of which they have committed a very hellish sin such as murder. Murder sucks. Murder should not be tolerated at any point in time. All it does is ruin family's lives and quite frankly killers do NOT deserve justice for their actions UNLESS it's in self defence. Say for example I killed my father (I didn't) because he tried to hurt me, I do believe that's kind of okay depending on what exactly he was trying to hurt me for. Hitting your child for their wrong doings in this day an age is fine! And so I can live with that, but say he got too angry and practically turned into a dog with rabies and started to severely hurt me, I have the rights to kill him. That's just my opinion and many individuals will probably disagree with me, but everyone can have their own opinion. Respect mine. I'll respect yours.(:

No bad language because it's supposedly "unlady like." Estella hates following that rule. All she does is say "fuck" and "shit." It's funny to me honestly. For someone who seems so elegant and posh, she really does have an awful vocabulary.
Anyway, women are seen as the more submissive gender and that kind of behaviour is unacceptable. Only men can really say such horrid words, but even then NO ONE should have the privilege of saying such foul words in this day and age. God wants us to always be respectful.
I am not religious like my parents, but I respect anyone that is. Estella is a similar way. She believes in something but not necessarily God himself. She believes in witches, demons, ghosts, angels, everything but this supposed 'God' people mention about. I'm kind of similar... but I'm more of a skeptic, meaning I'm not really sure what to believe and always try and find out a reason for something happening. I do believe some things aren't something explainable though.

On occasions if we do anything disrespectful then we can be told to stay in our rooms after harsh severe beating without food. Just water for that day. I'm lucky it hasn't happened to me yet, but it has happened to Estella, just two days ago. I remember walking back into my dorm ready to relax, read and do my homework like every teenage girl here are told to do, before turning off the light and venturing off into the world of dreams. Estella was sobbing against her pillow. She didn't really mention what she did to deserve to be starved or beaten, but it wasn't like Estella to cry... but I don't really know her, so I can't comment. Plus, it's not really any of my business is it?

I sat down beside her that night and comforted her until she fell asleep. The poor girl had bags under her eyes and by the time she stopped crying she looked so weak and couldn't even keep her angelic eyes open. She gave me one soft smile and she was out of it, snoring.

The food isn't all that bad. Then again, I do love food, probably more than I love myself. Everything is cooked to the perfect amount of time. It's amazing how they get it spot on! Their fudge cake and ice cream is just layers and layers of warmth and wonders. It makes my taste buds burst with joy. The melted heaven at the top converts you into the world of paradise... All of that mixed with the cool feeling of vanilla ice cream. Due to the warmth of the cake, the ice cream melts within your mouth. I can't explain how amazing the taste is. I just know it's practically indescribable.

And something else had occurred just last night.

Me, Estella and a group of other girls where running around playing a game of hide and seek. We where trying to be as quiet as a mouse in order to try not wake up any of the nuns. This was important. It was 8pm. Aka past curfew. If we where caught we would for sure get the cane and a punishment of starvation. Quietness was our priority.

All I remember was chasing after Estella and her just suddenly freezing on the spot. At the time me and the other girls didn't know what was wrong. We still don't. A couple of minutes after she just collapsed to her knees. All of the colours in her cheeks where drained. Those beautiful rosie red cheeks where no more. The sparkle in her eyes no longer shined. Her expression was blank. Her smile was wiped away, just as quick as it appeared moments before all of this, and after a couple of minutes of trying to help her get up... Her eyes rolled back and she blacked out completely unconscious.

Paige, Liana and Jane where balling their eyes out. Georgia, Tabitha and Avery where all pacing back and forth trying so hard to figure something out...

Of course in the end we had to yell for a nun's help! We had no other choice! We did luckily get away with a punishment because the situation wasn't really something to be punished when Estella was more important in that moment. You can only imagine the panic and pure shock me and the group of girls where in.

"Get back to your dorms." Was the last thing I remembered hearing before me and the other girls where rushed back to our rooms. Completely afraid of what had just happened.

Today Estella hadn't gone to her lessons. All food was brought to her. The poor soul was bed bound and too weak to move. Mrs Heren called a doctor... But the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with her.

Something is not right... I know it.

-Cordelia Dane.