Lyla
I should get used to disgrace by now but as I walked away feeling the thousand pair of eyes on my back, I knew that I would never get used to this, no matter how much I tried.
Maybe, I should just die and be done with it.
I walked until I could no longer hear the murmurs of those around me or see the pity in their eyes. I still didn't stop until I reached a small copse of trees hidden from view. Only then, did I allow myself to break.
Everything inside me shattered. The sobs came violently, shaking my entire body. I pressed my back against a rough tree trunk and slid to the ground. Not caring about my clothes or dignity as tears dripped down my face in torrents.
My mother's words kept echoing in my head.
Not my daughter. Wicked. Worthless. Abomination.
