You were in his presence again; nothing you did never went unnoticed under Joseph Seed. He takes you to a room to be alone, studying your wrists.
"You're bleeding again; these wounds were just starting to heal."
"They were itchy, so I scratched them, no big deal," your voice came out as a whisper.
"The cuts are too clean to have been from nails. You used a blade."
You hung your head in shame. Ever since Joseph saved you, you felt like there was nothing that could be done to pay him back. You were more worthless than dirt.
"My child—"
"I don't deserve to be alive, I'm not like Faith, or your brothers," you say.
"That's not true, God has called you to lend your voice to bring together and empower the flock."
"I don't feel special though; there are plenty of girls who can sing better than me."
"God told me to choose you." Joseph simply said.
"Is that true?"
He nods, causing you to smile. "Thank you."
"Now clean up, we have work to attend to," he speaks softly.
You nod, moving to clean your wrists of the blood before meeting Joseph once more.