Her Memories

So many scars

The picture shows Rana 

"Even a killer has a fear Lalia, ," my father's words resounded throughout my head. No, he couldn't be right, he just couldn't...!
My mind flashed back to that time, tormenting me.
It was right before I...no, he, Dark was about to go out for another mission. Father was about to leave for one of his too. It was a few months after Zero... It's too painful to finish, even now.
"Hey, Laila  come over here for a second," he grinned at me. He always had such a goofy grin, like a little kid about to tell a secret. I had always narrowed my eyes at that grin, envious that I couldn't do that, that I couldn't smile. Not like him.
"Do you ever regret the things they make you do?" His expression looked sad. I probably rolled my eyes.
"Why would I. There's nothing wrong with it," my voice, as I remember, was monotonous, on the verge of icy. It certainly warmed up because of him, but that was the best he got.
He had looked me up and down, gave me a twice over. I raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over my chest with my black-leather gloves in my hand. I could still feel their waxy covering under my fingertips. I hated them the most, but was thankful that they covered up my hands. Even if I didn't hate my hands, the monster was still there.
"A Killer's greatest fear is their past. I want you to remember that, Laila . Okay?"
I scoffed, a smirk dragging the tip of my lip up, "I-I wouldn't worry about it, Father. I was trained to face any problem and overcome it with ease. Fear? I fear nothing." My face darkened, worse than it already was, the smirk gone, "I've already overcome the thing I feared most, how foolish of me to care for such a weakling."
Starting to walk away, I looked over my shoulder at him, "Your saying is of no use. For, I'm having too much fun with this! A fun past is nothing to fear, now is it?"
I stopped the memory before it got any further; before I saw his expression, disappointment hidden behind a smile, a smile that wasn't goofy.
He couldn't be right, that's just a bunch of Bull Sh!t... ...Right?
"A Killer's greatest fear is their past..."
My eyes grew wide. I had a past. A past which was better off dead to the entire world. A past that collided, somewhere.