Forty-Nine: Caged.

KAYLA.

I used to hate looking into the mirror, at the scars and bruises carved into my skin that made me, me. I used to hate looking at myself because it was a treacherous reminder of what I wanted most to forget. But in this moment, the mirror was all I wanted to look into.

I wanted to look at myself because as awful as it sounded, it seemed like I had forgotten. Ever since I opened my eyes, I felt different. I didn’t feel like Kayla and there was this awful feeling that tied my stomach in a knot. My hands fell to enclasp my bump as I stared at my reflection.

It wasn’t entirely a bad thing to forget who I was before, maybe only then will I be able to let go of my past. But each time I remembered the child I was carrying, I prayed amidst everything that had happened, he was unharmed. I remembered it all, Rose standing above me and even as far as when Lucien was shot and he fell to the ground.

I remember the feeling of a bag over my face and my lungs closing in on air. I remember the