Scylla POV
"Let me out!” I scream against the darkness, my voice hoarse and dry.
I pounded my fist again against the black walls of emptiness; it mocked me back with its echoes.
"I want to let out; I want to be free. It’s my body,” I sobbed.
“Mine!” I wept. “Let me be free!” I pleaded.
It felt like I had been locked up for ages in my personal prison of hell.
Only darkness surrounds me, and the only light on the outside is through her eyes and only when she is awake.
She can feel and hear me; she knows I am here—beside her always, as from birth.
I cursed her for keeping me prisoner and keeping me from the outside world. Taking my rebirth as her own and keeping me in the depths of our minds
How could I not have known she would return with me?
She was supposed to stay behind!
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