Sucidal thoughts, possible other dark themes coming into play; will update
The floor rippled underneath her pale, bare feet, as though she were walking on water. There was no wetness, however, no droplets clinging to her toes. Between her fair skin, golden tresses and the modest white nightgown draped over her (a far cry from what her real form was wearing), Mary Eunice looked every bit a holy angel. Whilst she'd been surprised by the sudden return to her body, Mary Eunice soon learnt it was nothing more than a cruel trick, worse than the pool incident. She wasn't really returned, this wasn't real. It was a mere momentary reprieve. Trapped in this endless grey landscape, until she was forced back into the darkness.
And she was no longer holy, no longer in God's graces. The demon that resided within her had made sure of that. Why hadn't she fought harder? Why did she let him in? Was her faith so weak, so feeble, that the moment the greatest of the sinners had found her, she'd crumbled?
All she'd ever wanted to do for the longest time was serve the Lord, do good among people, help them on their path to salvation and redemption. But how could she ever do that again without feeling the bile well up in her throat? Or look at herself in the mirror as she dressed in her habit without imagining those glowing eyes staring back at her?
The pain and guilt tore through her like a hot knife. She'd seen everything from over the metophorical shoulder of Satan as he'd set out to corrupt Briarcliff from the inside out. All the lives destroyed, all because she wasn't strong enough to defy him. It was her fault.
She wished she'd died when the Monsignor had thrown both her and him over the railings. That her fall hadn't been broken by Pandora. The misery could have been ended there and then with a snap of her neck.
Something appeared in her hand; a rosary. A gasp escaped her; had God not forsaken her completely? Was this somehow Him, urging her to carry on, in some small way? She felt ashamed for doubting Him for one minute, that he'd leave his children so easily. With a decisive nod, she blinked back the tears; she needed to gather her strength, for later.
As she'd done so many times before, Mary Eunice closed her eyes and fell to her knees, the ground rippling once more at the impact, with her again remaining dry as a bone. She clutched the Crucifix, making a sign of the cross on it, before reciting;
"I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, Our Lord, Who was conceived by-"
She trailed off as the grey tones slipped away, replaced by a dark sky and a bitter chill in the air. Her knuckles were white from the hold she had on the rosary. The ground gave way, throwing her forward into the dirt. Mary Eunice shot up, hair tangled and cheeks streaked with earth.
Shivering, she huddled in on herself. Any question of where she was faded in her mind, as she recognised the woods outside Briarcliff, though something was different. The noises she heard, however, weren't. The creatures. The ones she'd helped Dr. Arden to hide from Sister Jude, one of them that had once been the inmate Shelley. She could see herself, possessed, dragging her mutilated body and throwing it out into the darkness without batting an eyelid. The crushing regret and shame was smothering, and she struggled to catch a breath over her tears.
Something ran forward, lashing out at her, though she couldn't be sure if was one of them. Mary Eunice screamed, the rosary flying from her hand as she fell backwards, cowering.
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