Lyla
It's been a year and six months since that night…
Everybody has a turning point – a point where they become stronger or suddenly take up a cape and become a hero. Well, me... I wasn't interested.
I wasn't interested in becoming a hero for the people who mocked me, who shamed me for what I had no part in creating. I mean, if I am going to sacrifice my life and my peace, it should be for people who are worth it right?
That night had defined me in ways I still struggle to grasp. The dark memories had hovered in my mind like shadows, always present, though I had learned to push them away. I didn't allow myself to think about the horrors, the danger I had escaped or the truths I'd uncovered about myself.
