((OOC: I'm back!!! Sorry for leaving. Since I haven't heard back from Sneaky I'm just going one ahead))
Her body felt like it was on fire. The pain wouldn't go away, like something was in her blood, pricking along her veins. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. What was happening to her? The anguish and torture she felt now was…agonizing. She wanted her life to end. She didn’t care if she was sent to hell or not. She wanted to get away from this pain. Anything was better than this pain. Something clawed at her stomach, like the hell hounds were here to take her away from this. She would welcome it, but this new pain didn’t stop either. Was this God’s cruel joke on here? Why? What had she done? No matter what she did, she couldn’t remember her past. Had she done something so terrible to have to go through all of this pain?
“It’s okay, my dear child. This is not your fault. The pain will stop soon. Have faith.”
Who was that? What-
Layla woke with a start. What was that? She rubbed her head, feeling slightly out of it. Where was she. What ahppen. She couldn't remember anything besides... nothing. Why was she always forgetting everything. She brushed her hand through her midnight black hair. She felt a sharp pain in her side. She placed her hand on her left flank and felt something wet. She must be bleeding. She got up slowly. First, she thought, she must find out where she was....