Layla

Layla, the sweet and innocent young lady who was raised to be perfect. She was beautiful, quiet, and smart. She had eyes the color of the sky, hair, the texture of the silk spread across her pillows, a body that was a sight for all. The perfect person, or so everyone thought. If only they could see past her external image and look closer into what was going through her mind. Sick and twisted, filled with hostility and hate, wanting nothing more than to fill the hole, growing deeper and deeper each day with the blood of those who she truly despised of. Mental Illness had gotten the best of her and now she must learn to not but aside her strong feelings and instead embrace them. Who cares what the consequences are.... as long as she gets her way.