Lyla
I was annoyed. Having to follow this a*shole in the Civic instead of just rushing the party and getting answers bugs me. But I can’t lose control.
The pressure was real. I knew at an early age I was different. My inner dialog had no conscience. I didn’t have to rationalize my killings, I just did them, and I relished it. I think if I was born in any other family than the one I was born into, I would have ended up being a serial killer.
I feel nothing but satisfaction when I take out someone I deem unworthy. Children seem to be the only solace I have in life. My little prince calms something in me. I become more gentle. My little Rayna and Abby fill me with a sense of joy and protectiveness. I would go scorched Earth if anything ever happened to any of them.
But when
