I wasn’t always like this.
I used to be a shining star, a person with abundant potential, destined for greatness. Then the episodes came.
They moved upon me like mist overtaking the sea. At first, I tried to hide the shame of my agony, but I live in a small town. No one can hide secrets in a small town. My episodes are too vile to hide. When they wreak their havoc, I am tormented, unable to eat, sleep or find composure. I rock and scream and plead for death to come.
My friends have abandoned me, the insane one. I had once hoped to find love and happiness. But now, I know that’s impossible. I am outcast. Destined to die in this broken, ruined shell of a woman. The nights are long and lonely. There’s no hope for me.
So I thought.
But then, he came. The man with the haunting eyes came to our village. I stayed on the outskirts of the crowd, watching and twitching as he spoke. As I drew a step nearer to hear him, those closest to me moved aside, not wanting to brush shoulders with someone unclean. I don’t blame them. I know what I am. Suddenly he stopped talking and looked directly at me. I trembled harder, sensing his gaze pierce into my ugly soul.
Breaking through the crowd, he came to meet me, face to face.
I shriveled backward in fear, begging him to keep his distance.
He extended his hand and touched my cheek. “Peace to you, dear one.”
Instantly, the plague in my mind ceased.
“Come, Mary.” He smiled. “Your future awaits.”
I followed him, with a heart overwhelmed by hope. Today I, Mary Magdalene, found Love.
Altered: A Flash Fiction Story by Catie Cordero
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