Sister Mary: Series 1

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Chapter 3 (v.1)

Submitted: October 06, 2013

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Sister Mary woke up one morning. She looked outside - today looked like any other normal day, as the weather was normal for this time of the year. But today was no normal day. Today was the day that Sister Mary got her test results back to see if she could donate her bone marrow to Daniel Davids, the eight year old with leukemia. It had been almost two weeks since Sister Mary had made the decision to do this, and now she was getting really nervous. She hoped and prayed that God would give her a match. She was not scared of the operation - she knew that God was by her side at all times.

While nervously waiting for the test results that afternoon, Sister Mary was desperate to take her mind off things, and she was lucky, for she saw the opportunity to help others in need. While she was on her way to the church, she noticed that a new family had moved into the area. They must have been there only recently, because Sister Mary knew that that house had been empty for quite some time.

As she approached the house, she noticed that someone had spray painted across their living room window a racist word. The woman of the house then came out crying. Sister Mary saw that she was African, as she heard from her accent. The next door neighbour came out.

"I can't believe who would do this", he said, "there's nobody around here who would do that!"

"We've only been here for a few days!" cried the woman, "and we're already getting terrorised! First, we get notes through the door, and now this! My children are devastated and scared!"

"I'm sure that it will stop in time", said Sister Mary, "it's probably just a group of thugs, and children getting bored".

"I hope so!" cried the woman.

Sister Mary decided to go to the police with this information. After all, a crime had been commited, and justice had to be served.

"I'm sorry", said the desk sergeant, "but I am not going to take this any further for now. There's not much chance of catching who did it. I'll put this on file, but it will not be investigated further unless something else serious happens".

"Do you see this as a joke?" asked Sister Mary.

"We take all crime seriously", replied the desk sergeant, "but unfortunately, we cannot do anything about this. There have been no witnesses, no CCTV or any evidence to catch the culprit".

"Have you even looked?"

"We know that area well, Sister Mary, and we know that there is no CCTV, and nobody goes out that late at night. We would just be wasting our time".

"I pray that God can forgive you when something more serious happens to that family", said a disappointed and vexed Sister Mary.

Knowing where to go next, Sister Mary headed off for the doctors. Now was the moment of truth, the moment that she and Daniel and his family had been waiting for.

Sister Mary walked into the room, and sat down with the doctor.

"Unfortunately", said the doctor, "your results were not a match".

Sister Mary was devastated. Now, that glimmer of hope had gone.

Telling Tess and Richard was the worst part.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Tess.

"I'm sure there will be a way. Somebody out there will be able to save him. I can assure you of that", replied Sister Mary.

"We've managed to get him on a waiting list", said Richard, "but it's really long, and the doctor told us not to expect too much from it...!"

Before Richard could finish his sentence, he could break down.

"We have about five months to find something to do, before it's too late!" cried Tess, hugging her son, who was becoming sick from the chemotherapy.

"Are there no other alternative medicines anywhere in the world?" asked Sister Mary.

"No", said Tess, "this type of leukemia means that we can't have any chemotherapy that will completely cure it. It will only extend his life!"

Sister Mary decided to leave them alone, because she felt as though she was not helping much. Instead, she decided to get some work done with the church, to take her mind off things, but as she was cleaning away, all that her mind was on was Daniel, and finding some way out.

The next morning, Sister Mary was horrified to find that the house she had seen yesterday had been petrol bombed. The family was fine, but the house was not. It looked like a shipwreck, and almost everything had gone. Sister Mary was almost traumatised to see the horrified looks on those children's faces, and the screams coming from the mother.

"We had worked so hard all those years for this!" she screamed, "and it's all gone!"

"Have you got insurance?" asked Sister Mary.

"Yes, but it's not good", said the father, hugging his wife, "we will not get much back from it!"

The police eventually arrived, investigating the scene. Sister Mary was completely disgusted in them, as she did not expect them to do their jobs this badly.

"If you had investigated the graffiti yesterday this might not have happened!" she cried.

The police did not listen. Instead, they got back into their cars and drove away without even speaking to the family to inform them of what was going to happen.

"You can come to the church for now", said Sister Mary, "until you can find a place of your own to sort this out".

Sister Mary returned to the church with the family, who were still in bits over the terrible thing that happened to them. She wanted to do all that she could to help.

Later that night, as she was on her own, someone she recognised came into the church.

"I want to make a confession", he said to her.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" asked Sister Mary.

"I saw you yesterday. I was the neighbour of that family who have been terrorised".

"I remember now", replied Sister Mary, feeling as though her memory was depleting. "What is it that you want to confess?"

"I was the one who petrol bombed their house!"

Sister Mary was in shock. She could not believe what this man had to say. Saying that, he did look shaky and like a wreck.

"There were eight of us", he said, "and we formed an anti-black group. I'm really sorry. I just had to tell someone!"

"Who were the others?"

"One is a desk sergeant who works at the police station".

Sister Mary was absoutely astounded. She could not believe what she was hearing by now.

"Are you going to the police?" she asked him.

"I don't think so. I don't want to go to jail!"

"You have to take responsibility for this!"

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"It's my duty not to tell. The decision is yours", Sister Mary replied, slightly disappointed that he was not going to the police.

"No it's not!" cried a voice in the background, "it's mine now!"

It was the mother of the family. She had heard everything.

Within minutes, there were police swarming around the town, arresting all of those involved. The wives of those involved agreed to find some money to go towards a house for the victims of the horror.

Sister Mary learned a valuable lesson about trust that day. She learned not to automatically trust someone because they are in an important suit or because they appear to be safe and caring. It is important to remember that they may have darker motives, even if they are not understandable.


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