I had a chuckle at this when I was looking for art for the cover. ^.^
I couldn't tell if I wanted to scream or clench my teeth. Neither was possible though. The nuns had forced some kind of cloth in my mouth to make sure I wouldn't wake the other kids. I settled for squeezing my eyes shut. Trying to force myself not to cry. The women holding me down tightened their grip. I could hear Sister Catherine speaking about the father, son, and the Holy Ghost.
I tried to scream through the cloth when she pressed the blazing hot iron to my hip. My cries were muffled and masked. Tears streamed down my face. I struggled to get away. I yanked as hard as I could at my arms. I tried to kick them off my legs.
They threw me in a cage just like every other birthday I had had here. I trembled and shook against the metal floor. I tried to stop crying.
I woke up on the floor next to my bed with the alarm on my iPod beeping from where I had left it on my pillow the night before. I switched the alarm off and plugged in the almost dead electronic. My hands came up to scrub over my face as I moved towards the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth.
When I got done I grabbed one of my more comfortable dresses from my closet and pulled it over my head. I didn't bother to put in my contact or grab my device before I left the room. All I wanted was a good cup of tea to wake me up and calm me down before I had to wish my family goodbye for a week.
I took a seat across from the twins and beside Auntie in the dining room. Grell poured me a cup of tea immediately and I offered him a mumble if appreciation. Deciding against straight tea this early, on I stirred in a few sugar cubes to help me on my way to moderately functional.
After tea and breakfast we said our goodbyes and I waved at them almost sadly as they left in the stretch we almost never use. It didn't occur to me until I closed the door that I would be home alone with Sebastian. My eyes widened and I raced up to my room. Slamming the door opened, I flinched and slapped my hands over my ears as my doorknob slammed down on the button to an airhorn.
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Worst in Me//SebaCiel AU
Fanfiction"I sold my soul for a hash brown in freshman year". Highest Ranking: 76 in Sebaciel -Art isn't Mine -Black Butler isn't mine