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Sen-the-Psycho wrote:
Sen-the-Psycho
Lilith
Female
Sounds/noises, speaking
Lilith has a fear of loud noises. Her fear was caused by the death of her parents.
Lilith's parents were hunted down (by humans), shot, and killed. Not only did she hear it, but she suffered the sight of it as well. Now, many years have passed, but she still remembers the gruesome event like it'd happened the day before. The horrible memories haunt her, in her conscious, and subconscious minds. Many sounds trigger the fear that tears her insides apart. Because of this, Lilith even fears her own voice, and so she has learned and only communicates by sign language.
{Lilith's P.O.V}
I remember it clear as day... Papa shook me awake, and quietly rushed me to a little hiding space under my bed."Now, Lilith, I need you to be quiet for Papa, okay? Pretend we're playing hide and seek!" He urged quietly, and grinned. I knew something was wrong, but I trusted Papa. So I did what I was told, and I hid quietly under my bed. I remember... Before Papa left my room, he reached under my bed and grasped my paw. I felt his hot tears dripping on to my hand, but before I could reach out to comfort him, he took my little paw in his and kissed it every so softly. Then, he said to me "I-I love you. I'll always love you.. Never forget that, my beautiful daughter. My Lilith...". .
...That was the last thing my Papa ever said to me...
Suddenly, I hear loud shots... And screaming. Blood-curdling screams that belonged to my Mama. The screams were followed by a loud clashing and banging noise. I heard more voices, but I didn't know who they belonged to. I heard my Papa yelling, too. His voice was full of rage. I knew I should have stayed put, but something inside of me made me follow the violent sounds. I was scared, angry, and confused, yet still, I crept downstairs. It was... hot.. There was a fire. And blood. ...There was blood everywhere...
...Then I saw her... My Mama.. She was... on the floor.. My Papa was covered in blood, too, but he was standing. I could see the anger in his eyes, and tears were pouring down his face. There were strange people in our house.. And they were trying to hurt Papa. They had nasty things pointed at him. I remember one of them trying to go over to my Mama, but my Papa tried to stop him. He towered over the man when he tried to get closer to Mama, but the man only smirked and pointed another weapon at my Papa... Only this time, he hurt Papa. He hurt him real bad. I watched in horror as Papa fell to the ground next to Mama, and curled around here. In his dying breath, I heard him whisper ever so softly "I... love... you..." before he.... before he died.
I wanted so bad to run over to my parents, and I wanted so bad for them to be alive. I wanted it all to be a dream, but it wasn't.
I accidentally made a sound. I was crying, and I didn't even notice... Until one of the men noticed me. He chased me, and tried to grab me, but I managed to run out of our ruined, burning house. I managed to escape into the nearby forestry where I hid for days. But... I really wish, that I had stayed. I regret not being able to see my parents one last time.
But here I am now, and I will not forgive the beings who did this to me. I remember, and so I will live. I will live on, and they will not do to me what they did to my parents.
They will pay...
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