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Description
Full Names?
Rhegan Leila Kynsleigh

Pronounced Ree-gan Lye-lah Kings-lee

Name meaning:
Rhegan: Child of the small ruler, spiritual strength, Royal, regal,
Leila: night beauty
Kynsleigh: Unknown meaning.

What You Go By
Rhe

What's Your Age & Gender?
She is a lady of the night, and has only lived for 16 years. But soon is the eve of her 17th year. ^_^
Though her soul is much older. She's been reborn, but she remembers all.

Birthday?
Only 70 days left. On February 12th.

Animal:
She likes birds, they remind her of her need to fly. Way above the sky. They are free and careless.
She wishes she had wings to soar as the birds do.

She also has a pet phoenix/dragon named Alcander (it means strong). He goes everywhere with her.

Food:
She doesn't have a preference, she likes anything.

Sweets:
She doesn't have a high tolerance for sweetness.

Color:
She loves the color gold and yellow. They remind her of the sun she was once deprived. But she finds comfort in the blackness that surrounds her soul.

Weather/Season:
She loves the cold. She loves the way it wraps her soul and touches her bones. But, she also likes the extremely warm. She likes the way the sun makes her feel. The way it thaws her soul.
I guess you could say she likes extreme temperatures.

Drink/Smoke?
No.

Music/Songs:
Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran
Just Give Me A Reason By P!nk ft. Nate Ruess
Don't You Remember by Adele
Whisper, My Last Breath, End of the Dream, My Heart is Broken, Good Enough by Evenescence
End Of Me by Apoocalyptica

Her absolute favorites are:
Lies by Evanescence
S.O.S by Apocalyptica ft. Christina Scabbia
The Last Song I'm Wasting On You by Evanescence

She likes things with lyrics, She likes things with meaning. Things without substance, just will not do!

What Are Your Top Favorites Things To Do?
Writing, She loves to express herself with writing. She also likes to sing, go outside when it is cold or raining and just dance in it, organizing things, read, sing (though she doesn't think she's very good *laughs*) She has a newfound passion for coloring and drawing on the computer!

What Kind Of Fears Do You Have?
Her past has made her ruined, and she's not sure there's much more that could be done to her to deserve her fear.

Things You Hate Or Dislike?
Hate on the other hand, she can feel. She hates her father with her entire being. But she doesn't know if even then, it can be considered hate. She loves her father, needed him. But hated him as well for the things he's done to her.
Would one consider that hate?

What Are You Here For?

Are You Close To Any Alters?
Slayer and Andromeda accept her for who she is, And she loves them for that. *smiles*

Best friends: John, Zackary, Slay, Andra, Violet, Henri, Kloee, Chess

Friends With: Ashlynn, Argeas, Aaricia, Kierran, Sierra, Genesis, Lazarus, Ivy and his Knight, Julian, Azawrath, Lilith, Their Son, Izzy &Alexis, The Keeper (though you don't know who that is.) & Secrets and Rosie.

Know: Ana, Sebastian, Cam, Alice, Bailee, William, Emily, Zeke, Grimalken, Simon, Alyson & Amanda,

She doesn't know who is in the other head, so she cannot tell who else.

Are You related To Anybody?
Not that she knows of.

Do You Have Any Kids/Or Had Any?
She does not think that she is fertile. In all her years of being raped, she's never gotten pregnant. A gift perhaps. Or maybe a curse?

Are You Ever Going To Come Out?
Yes. She supposes she will eventually.

If So, Would You Prefer A Man/Women/Teen/Your Own?:
Somebody she knows she supposes.

Where Are You From/Race/Species/Powers?
She couldn't exactly tell you…

Describe Where You Live?

Favorite Place's To Go?
Slayer and Andromeda's home. ^_^

Looks?
Filled out by Slayer, Cuz RheRhe doesn't see how purty she is!
R: *Scrunches nose*

Face: Wide set eyes framed by dark long lashes, straight aristocratic nose with a button tip, full cupid lips, softly arched eyebrows. She has a strong jaw and a proud chin.

Eyes: Her eyes change occasionally. Most of the time, they are a golden fire. But they change into black with bleeding red inside of them when she gets in a dark mood, or angry. I've only seen it once, and nobody survived. Lol.

Hair: She has long (almost to her ass) white hair. And when I say white, I mean silver tinsel white that looks all silky and shimmery. And yes, it's natural. Wears it in two tight braids down her back, with bangs.

Body: See Pic.
Curvy, wide hips and bubble butt. Full breasts and nice shoulders and tummy. Very sexy men, ^_~
R: *rolls eyes*
Stop denying it woman! Lol.

Skin: Her skin is so pale, that in the sun, it glows. But it's got a creamy texture. It always looks so soft.

Other: dark lips and small horns. Also fangs.

Scars?
Yes, those she has many of.

Do You Have Any Tattoo's Or Pricings?
Pricings: She does not have any of those. (:

Tattoo's: But she does have these, she is very fond of them. >_<
'You're just so pretty in your pain.' Across her upper back with angel wings underneath, they also go down the tops of her shoulders and arms. So when she spreads her arms, it looks like she's spreading her wings to fly.
A black rose overlapping a crescent moon with the words in flowing script: 'I miss you, the angel of my nightmares' It is by her shoulder and over her heart.
On her wrists, all the way around, is a red line (it looks like the skins been slit) with blood dripping down her arm.
Overlapping the blood on the left side is the words: 'I look for you, are you still there?'
Overlapping blood on the right side, on the inside are the words: 'The darkest corners of my mind are yours'

Type Of Clothing You Like To Wear?
Gothic things. Long flowing white dresses- though, those remind her of things bad. Tutus, tank tops, stockings, cloaks.

Single, Taken or other?
Single.

Sexual Origination?
I suppose if she had to pick one, she'd say she likes males. But, if you ask her, she doesn't like either, she loves for their hearts.

Who's Your Dream Mate?
A warrior. Someone strong and determined. Other then that, she does not know. *pats lips with finger while thinking*

What's Your Occupation?

Personality Summery?
Slay: I've only known her for about 10 years. But I've gotten pretty close to her in those 10 years. She has had a hard life, harder than anyone should at her life, but she's got a wicked sense of humor because of it. She is often quiet, and unless she knows you, she won't usually talk too much unless she has something to say. She's very observant and kind. Which is funny, I think. If I were her, I'd be bitter and cold. Unfeeling. But she's not. She's surprisingly kind, caring and warm hearted. I'd say she's innocent in a way. Though things have been done to her, she always assumes that people will come through. So I'd say, innocent in the terms of people. I know she has somewhat low self-esteem, but when you read the background you'll know why. She will go out of her way to help without you having to ask. Sometimes you'll have to ask her if you can help her, because she won't ask for help if she needs it. But if you ask, she will tell you, she never has once lied to me. She's very strong willed and wise. She'll disagree with me, but it takes a lot to break her. She is an obedient girl, she doesn't often argue, or stick up for herself. That's all I can think of, anything else to add Rhe?

Rhe: No. Thank you. (:

Any type of problems or triggers?
Slayer: So, this is only from my assumptions. She not a very open person, I'm surprised she put a background at all. *laughs* But She speaks in third person I think because it is easier to distance herself from her emotions if she pretends it didn't happen to her. She says her or she instead of I, because I think she wants to believe that the 'she' isn't her.
But… I'm not too smart, so who knows. lol

Other?
Her favorite song lyrics are these: So run, run, run, and hate me, if it feels good, I can't hear your screams anymore. You lied to me, but I'm older now, and I'm not buying baby. Demanding my response, don't bother breaking the door down, I've found my way out.
She covers herself until she knows you can handle her looks. Many people want her body. People are drawn to it, and need it. It is alluring. So she hides it from sights. She'd rather people like her for herself, then her body.

Background?
Once there was a girl. She wasn't born like most people. On the eve of her birth, her mother dies. And that was the last time the broken girl remembers being loved. Was inside her mother's womb. But as life does, it rips out the comfort, and shoves in the confusion and the pain.

The girl was blamed for her mother's death, and as a goodbye gift, she was bestowed a name as lovely as the mother she'd lost. Her father honored his wife's memory by allowing the girl to keep her name. Though, he'd never call her by her name. She'd get new names. Names most would call with either horror or hatred. Ugly, Monster, Disgusting, Bitch, Whore, but the worst of all Killer. She was an ugly girl, she knew this for everyone told her so. She was birthed by her mother yes, but also one of demons or gods surely. For her human father never looked that way. Nor did her mother, with soft eyes of hazel, and waves of amber hair. Her father had black hair and eyes of cold unmoving black. Ones that, though she was ugly, always looked at her. Cold, unmoving but also something else entirely. Things she couldn't comprehend lurked behind those eyes of coal.

She was kept in a tower. Though, she often came down to do petty things, chores good enough for her. She keeps busy with butterflies and daydreams. Wondering what life would have been like had her mother lived? Would she have loved her, or ignored and desired her like her wicked father with his wicked eyes and lies.

When she turned 13, she started to bleed. What seemed like a little blood, was an introduction of womanhood, and a newfound life of lies and hurt. Men desired her now it seemed. Everywhere she turned, they wanted her. And most would go through anything to have her, through any means necessary.

Her father moved her back into the house. He would stroke her face, and he'd pet her hair. He'd tell her he loved her, and like a fool, she'd believe him. She wanted to believe him. She wanted him to love her and to protect her, keeping her safe from all. But he wanted her for other reasons. Drawn like the others to her body.

He cursed her many times. For luring him into her bed. For words not spoken by her but by him. He punished her for crimes unknown. He told her she was a monster, ugly as she was irresistible. But still, he loved her. He touched her and made her feel wanted… but she also felt hate. She hated him as much as she loved him.

She dreamed a lot. Her eyes open, but her mind far from the world. She dreamed of a world of beauty. One of peace. One with a knight, her knight in shining armor, a warrior of strength and determination. He'd call her by the name her mother gave her. He'd call her Rhegan, and call her beautiful instead of monster. She would pretend it was him touching her instead of the man with the soulless eyes.

He touched her often. Leaving behind soot that breached her skin, which sank into her soul. A tar that rested inside of her heart, slowing it down until she was as good as dead. He liked her that way. He liked her to need him, and she did. She was addicted to his touch, his warmth. Without it, she was cold.
And when he bonded her to him, she didn't think to disobey. He could read her now, but she could not read him. Her mind not safe anymore. Knowing any lingering thought could betray her. She couldn't dream of butterflies, or open grassy fields. And most of all, she couldn't dream of him, her warrior knight. And slowly, she went insane.

With no place to escape, she decided to kill herself. Anything was better than here, right?

She ran to the highest room, the tallest of towers and stood, overlooking the kingdom that should have been hers. The wind whipped her long hair around her, the cold pierced her bones. Her blood ran thick with slush and she shivered in hope and pleasure. It was painful, but breathtaking and beautiful, but that was more then she'd felt in all her years. The moon was full, bright and beautiful. And she felt as if the moon agreed to her decision. It was time.

But, before she could jump, arms snaked their way around her waist and pulled her back inside. Away from freedom, away from her end, and her beginning. Firm arms held her in place, and a man was brought in by her father. He was beautiful, and she knew him. He was from her dreams. Her warrior. Her love. And her father slit his throat in front of her. His blood splattering her white dirty dress. His eyes were wide, his mouth gasped for a breath he could not find. But yet still he reached out to her, with a pleaful longing in his eyes. She was dragged away from his dying form.

This couldn't be happening.
Her freedom and her warrior. Taken from her.

She'd learned to talk from watching and observing others, but in all her years, she'd never spoken a word. Not one. But now, her throat raw from disuse, she screamed. As they threw her in a dungeon, as they raped her, as they whipped her, choked her, she screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Bloody, murderous, till her throat bled and she tasted blood in her mouth, till her throat throbbed and ached, yet still she screamed. And when she stopped screaming, she sobbed. For the first time in her life, she sobbed, and vomited, and sobbed some more until she saw black. She awoke later; unaware of how much time had passed. The blood, his blood still coating her skin. And she knew then, she'd never be clean again. She'd always have the blood inside her, like toxins floating threw her blood stream, she'd never again be the same.

Was he dead? Was he alive? He had been alive. But she almost wished he hadn't… he'd died because of her.

She stayed in her cage for a long time. But with no sunlight, and no people she could talk to, she didn't know how long she stayed. Was it Weeks? Was it Years, Days perhaps? Finally, when she was gone, her mind empty and lost in darkness. Only then did he come to her. And she went with him. What else could she do? She needed his touch. She needed someone's touch.

He used her worse than ever. Beating her, raping her, playing with her mind, taunting her with her warrior. The one she'd never have. Because she was worthless, a monster, dirt. Unworthy of her warrior. She knew he spoke the truth too. She hadn't kept her warrior safe, she'd allowed him to die.

The only time she felt alive was up on the roof. Far away from petty problems and just a jump away from freedom. Usually somebody stopped her.

But not this night... She remembered all the details leading up to her death. She was supposed to be in her cage. Her father was leaving. The Knight that worked for her father was supposed to lock her up, but threw all the dirt and grime, the toxins of her soul, he desired her. And instead of locking her up, he took her to his bed. Not seeing another option, she stole the knife off his belt as he was distracted, deep inside of her. She plunged it into his jugular and pushed him off of her.

Soaked in blood, naked, her skin glistened with it. She climbed out the window. That wonderful chill touching and penetrating every inch of her. Sensing her thoughts and actions, her father stood down below. And she smiled as she jumped.

That was the purest moment of freedom she'd ever experienced. It was pure happiness. Pure joy. Then she saw black but she was sure that she still smiled.

The next life: The girl was born again. And as she suspected, the tar in her soul, the toxins in her blood had stayed with her. She was a very strange child. Wiser, older then her years. She lived in many foster homes, and homes for girls and homes for girls and boys. But as she got older, she started to remember things. And when she hit 13, and started to bleed again, she remembered all. But, men of this age were cruel to. No better than the father she'd once had.

That's the end of her story, but surely not all of it.

Description
Full Names?
Rhegan Leila Kynsleigh

Pronounced Ree-gan Lye-lah Kings-lee

Name meaning:
Rhegan: Child of the small ruler, spiritual strength, Royal, regal,
Leila: night beauty
Kynsleigh: Unknown meaning.

What You Go By
Rhe

What's Your Age & Gender?
She is a lady of the night, and has only lived for 16 years. But soon is the eve of her 17th year. ^_^
Though her soul is much older. She's been reborn, but she remembers all.

Birthday?
Only 70 days left. On February 12th.

Animal:
She likes birds, they remind her of her need to fly. Way above the sky. They are free and careless.
She wishes she had wings to soar as the birds do.

She also has a pet phoenix/dragon named Alcander (it means strong). He goes everywhere with her.

Food:
She doesn't have a preference, she likes anything.

Sweets:
She doesn't have a high tolerance for sweetness.

Color:
She loves the color gold and yellow. They remind her of the sun she was once deprived. But she finds comfort in the blackness that surrounds her soul.

Weather/Season:
She loves the cold. She loves the way it wraps her soul and touches her bones. But, she also likes the extremely warm. She likes the way the sun makes her feel. The way it thaws her soul.
I guess you could say she likes extreme temperatures.

Drink/Smoke?
No.

Music/Songs:
Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran
Just Give Me A Reason By P!nk ft. Nate Ruess
Don't You Remember by Adele
Whisper, My Last Breath, End of the Dream, My Heart is Broken, Good Enough by Evenescence
End Of Me by Apoocalyptica

Her absolute favorites are:
Lies by Evanescence
S.O.S by Apocalyptica ft. Christina Scabbia
The Last Song I'm Wasting On You by Evanescence

She likes things with lyrics, She likes things with meaning. Things without substance, just will not do!

What Are Your Top Favorites Things To Do?
Writing, She loves to express herself with writing. She also likes to sing, go outside when it is cold or raining and just dance in it, organizing things, read, sing (though she doesn't think she's very good *laughs*) She has a newfound passion for coloring and drawing on the computer!

What Kind Of Fears Do You Have?
Her past has made her ruined, and she's not sure there's much more that could be done to her to deserve her fear.

Things You Hate Or Dislike?
Hate on the other hand, she can feel. She hates her father with her entire being. But she doesn't know if even then, it can be considered hate. She loves her father, needed him. But hated him as well for the things he's done to her.
Would one consider that hate?

What Are You Here For?

Are You Close To Any Alters?
Slayer and Andromeda accept her for who she is, And she loves them for that. *smiles*

Best friends: John, Zackary, Slay, Andra, Violet, Henri, Kloee, Chess

Friends With: Ashlynn, Argeas, Aaricia, Kierran, Sierra, Genesis, Lazarus, Ivy and his Knight, Julian, Azawrath, Lilith, Their Son, Izzy &Alexis, The Keeper (though you don't know who that is.) & Secrets and Rosie.

Know: Ana, Sebastian, Cam, Alice, Bailee, William, Emily, Zeke, Grimalken, Simon, Alyson & Amanda,

She doesn't know who is in the other head, so she cannot tell who else.

Are You related To Anybody?
Not that she knows of.

Do You Have Any Kids/Or Had Any?
She does not think that she is fertile. In all her years of being raped, she's never gotten pregnant. A gift perhaps. Or maybe a curse?

Are You Ever Going To Come Out?
Yes. She supposes she will eventually.

If So, Would You Prefer A Man/Women/Teen/Your Own?:
Somebody she knows she supposes.

Where Are You From/Race/Species/Powers?
She couldn't exactly tell you…

Describe Where You Live?

Favorite Place's To Go?
Slayer and Andromeda's home. ^_^

Looks?
Filled out by Slayer, Cuz RheRhe doesn't see how purty she is!
R: *Scrunches nose*

Face: Wide set eyes framed by dark long lashes, straight aristocratic nose with a button tip, full cupid lips, softly arched eyebrows. She has a strong jaw and a proud chin.

Eyes: Her eyes change occasionally. Most of the time, they are a golden fire. But they change into black with bleeding red inside of them when she gets in a dark mood, or angry. I've only seen it once, and nobody survived. Lol.

Hair: She has long (almost to her ass) white hair. And when I say white, I mean silver tinsel white that looks all silky and shimmery. And yes, it's natural. Wears it in two tight braids down her back, with bangs.

Body: See Pic.
Curvy, wide hips and bubble butt. Full breasts and nice shoulders and tummy. Very sexy men, ^_~
R: *rolls eyes*
Stop denying it woman! Lol.

Skin: Her skin is so pale, that in the sun, it glows. But it's got a creamy texture. It always looks so soft.

Other: dark lips and small horns. Also fangs.

Scars?
Yes, those she has many of.

Do You Have Any Tattoo's Or Pricings?
Pricings: She does not have any of those. (:

Tattoo's: But she does have these, she is very fond of them. >_<
'You're just so pretty in your pain.' Across her upper back with angel wings underneath, they also go down the tops of her shoulders and arms. So when she spreads her arms, it looks like she's spreading her wings to fly.
A black rose overlapping a crescent moon with the words in flowing script: 'I miss you, the angel of my nightmares' It is by her shoulder and over her heart.
On her wrists, all the way around, is a red line (it looks like the skins been slit) with blood dripping down her arm.
Overlapping the blood on the left side is the words: 'I look for you, are you still there?'
Overlapping blood on the right side, on the inside are the words: 'The darkest corners of my mind are yours'

Type Of Clothing You Like To Wear?
Gothic things. Long flowing white dresses- though, those remind her of things bad. Tutus, tank tops, stockings, cloaks.

Single, Taken or other?
Single.

Sexual Origination?
I suppose if she had to pick one, she'd say she likes males. But, if you ask her, she doesn't like either, she loves for their hearts.

Who's Your Dream Mate?
A warrior. Someone strong and determined. Other then that, she does not know. *pats lips with finger while thinking*

What's Your Occupation?

Personality Summery?
Slay: I've only known her for about 10 years. But I've gotten pretty close to her in those 10 years. She has had a hard life, harder than anyone should at her life, but she's got a wicked sense of humor because of it. She is often quiet, and unless she knows you, she won't usually talk too much unless she has something to say. She's very observant and kind. Which is funny, I think. If I were her, I'd be bitter and cold. Unfeeling. But she's not. She's surprisingly kind, caring and warm hearted. I'd say she's innocent in a way. Though things have been done to her, she always assumes that people will come through. So I'd say, innocent in the terms of people. I know she has somewhat low self-esteem, but when you read the background you'll know why. She will go out of her way to help without you having to ask. Sometimes you'll have to ask her if you can help her, because she won't ask for help if she needs it. But if you ask, she will tell you, she never has once lied to me. She's very strong willed and wise. She'll disagree with me, but it takes a lot to break her. She is an obedient girl, she doesn't often argue, or stick up for herself. That's all I can think of, anything else to add Rhe?

Rhe: No. Thank you. (:

Any type of problems or triggers?
Slayer: So, this is only from my assumptions. She not a very open person, I'm surprised she put a background at all. *laughs* But She speaks in third person I think because it is easier to distance herself from her emotions if she pretends it didn't happen to her. She says her or she instead of I, because I think she wants to believe that the 'she' isn't her.
But… I'm not too smart, so who knows. lol

Other?
Her favorite song lyrics are these: So run, run, run, and hate me, if it feels good, I can't hear your screams anymore. You lied to me, but I'm older now, and I'm not buying baby. Demanding my response, don't bother breaking the door down, I've found my way out.
She covers herself until she knows you can handle her looks. Many people want her body. People are drawn to it, and need it. It is alluring. So she hides it from sights. She'd rather people like her for herself, then her body.

Background?
Once there was a girl. She wasn't born like most people. On the eve of her birth, her mother dies. And that was the last time the broken girl remembers being loved. Was inside her mother's womb. But as life does, it rips out the comfort, and shoves in the confusion and the pain.

The girl was blamed for her mother's death, and as a goodbye gift, she was bestowed a name as lovely as the mother she'd lost. Her father honored his wife's memory by allowing the girl to keep her name. Though, he'd never call her by her name. She'd get new names. Names most would call with either horror or hatred. Ugly, Monster, Disgusting, Bitch, Whore, but the worst of all Killer. She was an ugly girl, she knew this for everyone told her so. She was birthed by her mother yes, but also one of demons or gods surely. For her human father never looked that way. Nor did her mother, with soft eyes of hazel, and waves of amber hair. Her father had black hair and eyes of cold unmoving black. Ones that, though she was ugly, always looked at her. Cold, unmoving but also something else entirely. Things she couldn't comprehend lurked behind those eyes of coal.

She was kept in a tower. Though, she often came down to do petty things, chores good enough for her. She keeps busy with butterflies and daydreams. Wondering what life would have been like had her mother lived? Would she have loved her, or ignored and desired her like her wicked father with his wicked eyes and lies.

When she turned 13, she started to bleed. What seemed like a little blood, was an introduction of womanhood, and a newfound life of lies and hurt. Men desired her now it seemed. Everywhere she turned, they wanted her. And most would go through anything to have her, through any means necessary.

Her father moved her back into the house. He would stroke her face, and he'd pet her hair. He'd tell her he loved her, and like a fool, she'd believe him. She wanted to believe him. She wanted him to love her and to protect her, keeping her safe from all. But he wanted her for other reasons. Drawn like the others to her body.

He cursed her many times. For luring him into her bed. For words not spoken by her but by him. He punished her for crimes unknown. He told her she was a monster, ugly as she was irresistible. But still, he loved her. He touched her and made her feel wanted… but she also felt hate. She hated him as much as she loved him.

She dreamed a lot. Her eyes open, but her mind far from the world. She dreamed of a world of beauty. One of peace. One with a knight, her knight in shining armor, a warrior of strength and determination. He'd call her by the name her mother gave her. He'd call her Rhegan, and call her beautiful instead of monster. She would pretend it was him touching her instead of the man with the soulless eyes.

He touched her often. Leaving behind soot that breached her skin, which sank into her soul. A tar that rested inside of her heart, slowing it down until she was as good as dead. He liked her that way. He liked her to need him, and she did. She was addicted to his touch, his warmth. Without it, she was cold.
And when he bonded her to him, she didn't think to disobey. He could read her now, but she could not read him. Her mind not safe anymore. Knowing any lingering thought could betray her. She couldn't dream of butterflies, or open grassy fields. And most of all, she couldn't dream of him, her warrior knight. And slowly, she went insane.

With no place to escape, she decided to kill herself. Anything was better than here, right?

She ran to the highest room, the tallest of towers and stood, overlooking the kingdom that should have been hers. The wind whipped her long hair around her, the cold pierced her bones. Her blood ran thick with slush and she shivered in hope and pleasure. It was painful, but breathtaking and beautiful, but that was more then she'd felt in all her years. The moon was full, bright and beautiful. And she felt as if the moon agreed to her decision. It was time.

But, before she could jump, arms snaked their way around her waist and pulled her back inside. Away from freedom, away from her end, and her beginning. Firm arms held her in place, and a man was brought in by her father. He was beautiful, and she knew him. He was from her dreams. Her warrior. Her love. And her father slit his throat in front of her. His blood splattering her white dirty dress. His eyes were wide, his mouth gasped for a breath he could not find. But yet still he reached out to her, with a pleaful longing in his eyes. She was dragged away from his dying form.

This couldn't be happening.
Her freedom and her warrior. Taken from her.

She'd learned to talk from watching and observing others, but in all her years, she'd never spoken a word. Not one. But now, her throat raw from disuse, she screamed. As they threw her in a dungeon, as they raped her, as they whipped her, choked her, she screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Bloody, murderous, till her throat bled and she tasted blood in her mouth, till her throat throbbed and ached, yet still she screamed. And when she stopped screaming, she sobbed. For the first time in her life, she sobbed, and vomited, and sobbed some more until she saw black. She awoke later; unaware of how much time had passed. The blood, his blood still coating her skin. And she knew then, she'd never be clean again. She'd always have the blood inside her, like toxins floating threw her blood stream, she'd never again be the same.

Was he dead? Was he alive? He had been alive. But she almost wished he hadn't… he'd died because of her.

She stayed in her cage for a long time. But with no sunlight, and no people she could talk to, she didn't know how long she stayed. Was it Weeks? Was it Years, Days perhaps? Finally, when she was gone, her mind empty and lost in darkness. Only then did he come to her. And she went with him. What else could she do? She needed his touch. She needed someone's touch.

He used her worse than ever. Beating her, raping her, playing with her mind, taunting her with her warrior. The one she'd never have. Because she was worthless, a monster, dirt. Unworthy of her warrior. She knew he spoke the truth too. She hadn't kept her warrior safe, she'd allowed him to die.

The only time she felt alive was up on the roof. Far away from petty problems and just a jump away from freedom. Usually somebody stopped her.

But not this night... She remembered all the details leading up to her death. She was supposed to be in her cage. Her father was leaving. The Knight that worked for her father was supposed to lock her up, but threw all the dirt and grime, the toxins of her soul, he desired her. And instead of locking her up, he took her to his bed. Not seeing another option, she stole the knife off his belt as he was distracted, deep inside of her. She plunged it into his jugular and pushed him off of her.

Soaked in blood, naked, her skin glistened with it. She climbed out the window. That wonderful chill touching and penetrating every inch of her. Sensing her thoughts and actions, her father stood down below. And she smiled as she jumped.

That was the purest moment of freedom she'd ever experienced. It was pure happiness. Pure joy. Then she saw black but she was sure that she still smiled.

The next life: The girl was born again. And as she suspected, the tar in her soul, the toxins in her blood had stayed with her. She was a very strange child. Wiser, older then her years. She lived in many foster homes, and homes for girls and homes for girls and boys. But as she got older, she started to remember things. And when she hit 13, and started to bleed again, she remembered all. But, men of this age were cruel to. No better than the father she'd once had.

That's the end of her story, but surely not all of it.