Page 26 of The Cute Psycho

I shake myself from my musings. I came here with a purpose, so I can't linger.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I move toward the medicine cabinet, opening it and browsing the labels.

I'd borrowed Catalina's phone and researched on the internet exactly what I needed to do. After my last confrontation with Mother Superior, I'd decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Besides a few warranted jokes here and there, I'd mostly kept out of trouble. Keeping to myself and doing my chores, I'd tried to avoid a conflict withanotherCressida. But somehow I'd still come under Mother Superior's scrutiny, and out of nowhere she'd decided to double my workload.

I'd never been one to scoff at my chores, since I know that everyone does their part to benefit the entire community. Be it kitchen or cleaning duty, I'd always done my best to do my job properly.

This time, however, the amount of chores that Mother Superior had assigned to me has been too much. Her reasoning? I'm done with my education, so now I can dedicate my entire time to the community.

For a week, daily, I'd been assigned to help prepare the food for breakfast and lunch, and then clean the classrooms in the afternoon when the lessons were over. It had worked fine in the beginning.

But as more work accumulated, I started operating on automatic pilot like a robot. I didn't even realize how one day slowly turned into another, my focus dimming, my strength fading.

Until the moment of reckoning, when Mother Superior had sent me to clean her office. Slightly sleep-deprived and with my muscles strained from all the effort, I'd been a little absentminded as I'd tried to clean everything thoroughly.

When I was cleaning her desk, though, I must have bumped into one of her vases because one moment I was focused on dusting the surface, the next I'd been scared out of my mind by the sound of something falling on the floor.

When Mother Superior had come to check on my progress, she'd taken one look at me cleaning the pieces from the floor and she'd gone off in a tirade.

I'd taken it all, since it had been my fault the vase had broken. But she'd had to hit below the belt.

"I don't know why we took you in when not even your parents wanted you," she'd said smugly, and I'd tried my best to not show how much those words affected me.

She'd continued to spew more insults, and the entire time I could only think about how this is supposed to be a place to worship God and do good deeds. The entire mission of Sacre Coeur is to help others, yet Mother Superior and her army of nuns have only shown me that if you don't fit a specific mold ofhelpless, then you're not worth anything to them.

They are always invoking a higher moral standing, criticizing me and Lina for the circumstances that had brought us to Sacre Coeur, often forgetting to look at themselves and how their own behavior toward us doesn't make them any better.

Well, let's see how high and mighty they are in a less ethical situation.

My eyes roam around the rows full of medicine until I find what I'm looking for.

Pocketing the entire thing, I quickly scribble down a note for Sister Magdalene implying I'm all better, and then I dash out of the infirmary.

It's already dark outside, so I try to blend in the shadows, going straight for the church and entering it without anyone seeing me.

It takes me a while as I ransack the altar area, but I eventually find the container with wine. Unscrewing the lid of the bottle of pills, I read the instructions, measuring what dosage I should add for the intended effect. I calculate the grams against the perceived volume of the container and then I get to work.

Taking a knife from the altar table, I start crushing the pills into as fine a powder as I can. When I've done that to the recommended dose, I add the powder to the container and I stir it well.

Putting the wine back in its place, I leave for the dorm.

The following day, we all go to mass. The priest starts his sermon, and I can't help the giddiness inside my chest at the thought that those women are finally going to get what they deserve.

I barely pay attention to the prayers around me, my thoughts focused on the result of my plan. Too bad, though, that it will not be immediate.

"Sisi, what's wrong?" Lina asks me when we return to our room.

"Nothing." I give her a smile, even though inside I'm a little too impatient. I take a book and sit down on my bed, attempting to distract myself for a while.

It's only a few hours later when we go pick up some fruit that we hear of the wondrous thing that's come to pass.

All the senior nuns, including Mother Superior, had developed a rather nasty stomach ache, after which they'd promptly closed themselves in the bathroom.

There was one problem, however, in that there were not enough bathrooms available for the nuns, and some of them had to relieve themselves in nature.

"Good God, are they alright?" Lina asks the sister who'd relayed the news.

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