Cheryl vomits into the trash can in the corner of her room as soon as the nun leaves and locks the door behind herself. She wipes her mouth with her pajama sleeve and looks at the bed, where her new clothes are: baby blue dress, white socks, white shoes, and a single hair tie. Cheryl sniffles, slides off her cover-up. It's got puke on it now so she can't wear it, really, but she'd honestly rather die than wear those clothes so she'll be wearing her pajamas forever, it looks like.
She sits on the edge of the bed. It doesn't sink under her weight but instead feels like she's sitting on a wooden bench. How she's going to sleep on it, she's not sure — but she doesn't plan on staying here for too long. Cheryl's going to get out even if it costs her her life. Not that nuns would try and kill her, or anything, but her mother just might.
Her plan to figure out an escape route fails a few hours later, for lunch, when the nun won't allow her out of the room unless she's wearing her uniform and, honestly, Cheryl's fucking starving but she's not giving up that easily.
She gives up by dinner.
Cheryl angrily stomps her feet into the shoes and pulls a little too harshly on the raggedy dress and even wears that stupid cardigan type shit to cover her "modesty". The nuns look her up and down and finally, fucking finally, lead her to the mess hall. It's as depressing and as dreary as the rest of the place.
There's several tables set out and there's teenagers around her age or younger sitting there, quietly eating their food. Cheryl can only hear the clink of spoons and the scraping of trays being moved around the table. Cheryl scans the room looking for something, any hint of life in this place, someone with kind eyes (like Toni's). There is none.
The nun pushes her towards a table, sits her down.
"Just remember, dear," the nun says, smile eerily wide, "we aren't here to make friends. We're here to be cured in the name of the Lord."
"Right."
The food is disgusting and Cheryl fills herself up with mashed potatoes that are more lumpy than soft. She thinks, vaguely, about starving herself in protest, but then she remembers she needs to keep her strenght up because she's going to escape, obviously, and she won't give them the satisfaction of having broken her down.
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Sick of losing soulmates (Cheryl Blossom & Toni Topaz)
Fanfic"Toni looks at her - like, really looks at her - long and hard and then she nods as if she understands, as if all of Cheryl's secrets are written all over her face and it just took someone to look closer than usual to discover them all." Or; you hav...
