Though it was certainly inconsiderate to ask her to wait, Sister Magdelena’s anger had overtaken her. The moment her snowball struck Sister Rachel in eye, an elated sense of satisfaction poured over Sister Magdelena. She deserved it. That bitch.
‘My God, what have I done…‘ her quiet conscience finally shouted over her hate-filled heart.
And though she apologized profusely throughout the day, a terrible guilt plagued her deep into the night. Sister Rachel could not forgive her, only tremble intensely with fury and resentment further and further into the night.
Had they only known of the dark forces affecting the convent, troubling their minds and manipulating their behavior.
Had they only known what it wanted.