riekagrace
Myla, now a hostage is quickly and indignantly approaching the realization that life just simply refuses to cut her a break. Instead it will toss her from one battle to the next, demanding more from the girl who had already given everything she has to offer. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Does it really though? How about what doesn't kill you gives you a closet full of trauma and a glare sharp enough to cut glass? Sounds more like it. Either way, weakness is not an option. Not now, not ever. Not if she is going to survive what's headed her way.