Joy had always been different.
She was different than her mother, and her sisters, and her aunts. What you might not understand is, that for Joy, it was next to impossible. All the women in her family looked the same. It went far beyond a family resemblance. They were identical from their long pink hair down to their lithe attractive bodies. It drove her mad.
She had tried the gamut of ways to alter her appearance: makeup, hair dye, and clothing. None of it worked. Nurse Joy's where just too recognizable. It came to the point where she relished the sight of her mother's anguished looks. It meant she was getting somewhere.
"Joy, honey… You can't fight who you are, " she would say. "We all go through the same thing at your age."
"Don't you understand! I am not a "Joy" I am a "Sorrow"…" Young Joy said, and she resolved to let everyone know about it.
She dyed her hair black and cut it short. She wore tight black clothes and tall black boots. She said what she thought and didn't care about anyone. It made her feel special and different… Until she realized that it didn't matter. No one understood her. The only difference was, now they left her alone.
Eventually being different wore thin.
Joy grew out her hair, long and pink, though she still wore it unbound. She went to Nurse School to train and donned her little white uniform. Her mother told her how proud she was of her. No one understood her.
That was… Until Jenny.
Jenny understood her perfectly.
She was different than her mother, and her sisters, and her aunts. What you might not understand is, that for Joy, it was next to impossible. All the women in her family looked the same. It went far beyond a family resemblance. They were identical from their long pink hair down to their lithe attractive bodies. It drove her mad.
She had tried the gamut of ways to alter her appearance: makeup, hair dye, and clothing. None of it worked. Nurse Joy's where just too recognizable. It came to the point where she relished the sight of her mother's anguished looks. It meant she was getting somewhere.
"Joy, honey… You can't fight who you are, " she would say. "We all go through the same thing at your age."
"Don't you understand! I am not a "Joy" I am a "Sorrow"…" Young Joy said, and she resolved to let everyone know about it.
She dyed her hair black and cut it short. She wore tight black clothes and tall black boots. She said what she thought and didn't care about anyone. It made her feel special and different… Until she realized that it didn't matter. No one understood her. The only difference was, now they left her alone.
Eventually being different wore thin.
Joy grew out her hair, long and pink, though she still wore it unbound. She went to Nurse School to train and donned her little white uniform. Her mother told her how proud she was of her. No one understood her.
That was… Until Jenny.
Jenny understood her perfectly.