This is a drabble I wrote for a friend, who didn't entirely understand why Mary Eunice all but begged Sister Jude to punish her for a very moderate offense.
I'd love reviews, seeing as I've never written for Mary Eunice before.
Obviously, pre-possession.
Mary Eunice was a failure.
The laughingstock of the community.
A naïve, kind spirit in a world full of human evil and wicked hearts.
And yet, they convinced her that she was the one broken, the one no one could ever love.
The worthless one, the simple one, the forgettable and defenseless one.
She believed they were right, but she tried to change. It wasn't in her heart, however, to be whatever everyone wanted her to be.
The poor thing only wanted acceptance, to be loved and cherished for once. How could that ever be too much to ask?
She wanted to believe that she wasn't a lost cause, that there could be someone who cared. What had she done to deserve such hatred?
And then she found the Church.
A omnicient being that loved all of His children, they said.
Oh, she'd gone to church before; listened to the sermons on occasion. It wasn't until she realized that she would never find compassion from others that she finally opened her eyes.
And so, from persecution and ridicule, Sister Mary Eunice was born.
She found happiness in God, believed that Sister Jude was right in her ways, as was Doctor Arden.
They only wanted the best for their patients. For the world.
And she could not do anything to ruin that.
She couldn't spurn the love of God.
Could she?