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“She STITCHES her hands together! So that she can pray to Satan uninterrupted!”

A girl screeched to her friend as I walked towards my locker. I grinned to myself slightly manically. This newest rumour had manifested from a basic little trick of mine. I would take a needle and thread, and sew a few stitches through the first layer of flesh on two of my fingers. It didn’t hurt because there were no nerves on that layer, but it looked grotesque and technically my fingers were sewn together. I showed a few people and, well I suppose you could almost guess the rest.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

I replied to the girl, as seriously as I could, fighting to keep a straight face.

“It is so very hard to stay vigilant in prayer. At least with my hands sewn I may worship with all the dedication possible. Hail Satan.”

After saying all of that, I smiled sweetly and walked off, leaving them staring after me. I’m not a Satanist. I’m not a Christian. I’m just me, I suppose. Atheist, humanist, whatever.

Time to get home, now that I’d finished my contribution towards open-minded madness. I’d left enough people mindfucked for one day, in other words.

I’ve always loved Fridays, a whole weekend of videogames, staying up late, and horror films to look forward to. I think in one element I’m a ‘good girl.’ I do my study, instead of leaving it ‘til Sunday night or not doing it at all. I like to get it out of the way, but to tell you the truth I’m just not comfortable skipping class and not doing my homework.

That might sound weird, the girl who sticks needles in herself feels guilty if she doesn’t do her homework, but it’s true. I’ll explain later…

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