She could split her life into 'before' and 'after'. Her 'before' was difficult, but idyllic. She spent her days like most other children in her situation; trying to please an overbearing mother and attract the attention of a distant father. Her 'after', however, was almost unbearable, for she finally got what she spent years trying to achieve - her mother's affection and her father's attention, and all the pressure that came with it.
She spent her pre-teen and teenage years with others who were also 'blessed' with possession; there were a few survivors. For many, the stress of possession often ended in sudden cardiac arrests, for the human heart could not take the stress of working with a heavenly occupant. This was considered an incredibly lucky way to go, for you were guaranteed a place in Heaven, and it was often quick and painless.
The others were young adults, older than her, but not by much. A few were permanently wheel-chair bound, and one was no longer able to talk - he had a seizure after the possession and bit his tongue clean off. No angel returned to heal his disability. It does not matter, for he has a translator who accompanies him at all times, paid for by the Church. He is blessed.
She grew close with a young woman who was possessed at 15; lucky for her, this possession was focused on spreading the word of God, so her body did not take too much of a beating. She was the healthiest one out of the lot, the one with the least injuries, and so was the one who often preached the word of God the most.
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Ironically, she was the one with the most self-doubt. Seeing others suffer while she remained unhurt didn't help, and it wasn't long before she was too full of doubt to adequately preach the word of God, and was no longer invited to share her story.
No matter. She continued to spend time with her friends and in the faith. Her father oddly grew more distant as she grew more evangelical, and the weeks would be spent with her mother, driving down to the church (or other halls), sharing her experiences and her wisdom, and coming home for dinner.
She noticed that her parents didn't talk as much, anymore - ever since her possession. Her dad tried to spark her interest in other hobbies, in movies and games and going to the arcade. She would decline almost everytime, feeling guilty but overwhelmed by the amount of workshops, seminars, speeches, and talks she would give/attend.
Her friends were helpful, and were (largely) good people. Amari and Jake understood her plight the most; the constant talks and presences were exhausting, and Amari in particular was still getting used to navigating life on a wheelchair. Aimee and Desiree were kind, and often helped by giving useful tips on public speaking, and on the best way to answer questions from the public. Brendan, too, shared a lot of useful tips - the best one being to stare silently into space, looking almost (but not quite) at the ceiling, if you couldn't think of an answer immediately. *t makes you look wise, he signed. Like you're communing with God.
She used that trick a lot.
She used it once when her dad asked her if this is how she wanted to spend the rest of her life. She saw him roll his eyes and walk away when she pulled that trick.
She still does it, but only in public.