Syla

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It's pronounced S-eye-la

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It's pronounced S-eye-la

Lil backstory:

Syla's POV:

Blood.

Blood was everywhere.

A sadistic smile crept my tattered face. Thick black ooze poured from what used to me my eyes. My blood-red irises shone in the dim moonlight. I stared at what once was my hands, it was covered in red.

My body loomed over lifeless doctors, they were all in pools of their own blood.

Why did they expect?

The totured me and turned me in to a horrific beast? What even am I? They injected me with liquefied plants and chopped of my arm! My once soft brown skin has turned dry and grey. My chestnut brown hair is now a yellow tangled mess and my eyes are no more but red irises that are overflown with red ooze.

Did they really think I'd obey them? They don't know what it feels like. THEY DID THIS TO ME?!?!

WHAT EVEN AM I?!?

I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER MY OWN NAME OR FAMILY?!?

I started to laugh.

I laughed some more.

I shouldn't be the only one who has to suffer...

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