Word of the Day - Cells

The cells were silent, all the nuns sitting quietly, knitting and sewing, and one who was digging the needles through her skin, but no one heard her, and she was silent, like the rest of the cell block. And the silence continued, on for a long time, until the nuns went to sleep, and the one nun with her bloodied needles snuck out with prayers to god to forgive her for forgetting what it was like to feel pain in a perfect, solitary existence.