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Jaylee Striker, is the daughter of a brilliant healing witch and her greatest project, her husband an alleged madman. Her mother was busy most of the time, so the raising of Jaylee was left to her father, who wanted her to be like him, a crazy weapon. Her mother only tried to lead her down a path of good and to be a healer like herself, that is…. until her husband turned on her and killed her. Thus leaving him alone to raise Jaylee, that is until her Aunt Meghan stepped in and took control of Jaylee's upbringing. Only, Meghan did not know that Jaylee had been deceived her entire life by her father. Which lead to her being more and more like her father, until the event of the previous chapter happened.

Jaylee has dark blue hair that reaches just below her shoulder blades with two inch dark gray tips. Her eyes are a dark green color, and she has a natural light tan. She likes to wear long shorts under a skirt, with long flowing sleeved shirts.

Silence/Jaylee PoV

A buzzing fills my ears, as my head fills up with the memories… the guilt finds me again. Feeling my breathing pick up pace, panic sets in, as my senses start to come back to me. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, trying to once again block out memories of what I've done. But, this doesn't help. It never did, it won't now either.
It doesn't take long before before my hearing starts to clear up some, and the first thing my ears are greeted with, is the sound of arguing. NOT something you want to wake t-wait… what… what if its someone to make me pay for the things I've done! I've done so many terrible,terrible things… why would I even deserve a single kindness?
Tuning the arguing out, I focus my… magic… on healing my wounded senses. If I'm going to be going out, I at least want to know what is going on around me. It does not take long heal my sight, sense of smell, taste, or hearing. Only now the arguing is rather clear….but its not about me… I wonder why? The only sense that takes me a while to heal, is touch. After several minutes of effort, I fully restore it… only, why do I feel warmth on my back as if someone is holding me?
Not wanting to open my eyes yet, for then my freedom shall surely end, I listen to the voices floating around me. Now, why do they seem familiar? As if I've heard them before?
Then the warmth around me shifts, and I know its a person. What do they want? Why are they holding me? Then the person holding me speaks, "Will all of you shut up already!? Silence is bound to wake up soon, and I don't want the first thing she hears to be you all arguing!"
S...Silence? That's not my name, but the person holding me believes it so, so… who is this person above me?
Then who ever else is here, answer in unison, "Sorry Kid!" Kid… that name….is, familiar… Kid...wait! Death the Kid! I remember now!
Fifty years… I finally found Mom… I… broke the spell. I killed Mom… Tears well in my eyes, Mom… I'm so, so sorry! I didn't ever want to kill you!
As the silent tears slide down my face, Kid wipes them away, whispering to me, "Shh, Silence… I've got you… there is no need to cry." But, there is! All the lives I've ruined! It was my fault, for not seeing through the lies! The tears only come faster, the guilt.. oh, the guilt… is only getting worse! It's been fifty years… I can't apologize to the ones I hurt… even if I could, no one would forgive a monster like me…

What...what if I'm really some kind of monster?

That line… it was more true than I would have ever thought. I am a monster… and nothing will change that…. The tears come faster, and my lower lip starts to quiver as I hold in the wracking sob wanting to tear itself from inside me.
I feel Kid pull me closer, I feel to limp to resist either way… feel dead inside once again. He starts to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, hoping to calm me down...but no. Nothing can fix what damage I have done, no words can heal those people. It can't be done, it just can't.
As the tears come to slow down, Kid lowers me into his lap again, waiting on me to 'wake up.' Wait a minute… Kid said he loved me, but, I'm a witch. He is Grim Reaper… he should be hating me! I know he can see it in soul, I am a witch, a half witch, but a witch none the less!
I slowly open my eyes, focusing on the eyes in front of me, Kid's eyes… I mean, who else would have bright two toned golden eyes? As focus comes to my eyes, I can see the worry, relief, and happiness in his eyes, along with a bit of anger. Its a rather odd combination… he seems to be good at making odd combinations work….
Softly, Kid speaks to me, "Silence… you're awake! Thank goodness!"
Thank goodness? Why did he say that? Swallowing hard, I manage to say, "My name… is not Silence…" That came out rather hoarsely.
He blinks in slight confusion, before it clears up. Whispering soft and gentle-like, "Right… Your identity… do, do you remember who you were?"
Looking away from him I reply, "Yes, I remember… and I wish I didn't…" I trail off.
Kid holds me tighter, continuing softly, "Why? Why do wish you can't remember?"
Tears well in my eyes as I grip him tightly, crying out in a broken voice, "I was monster!" he tenses up as I say that, "I-I hurt so many, so many innocent people! And… and now I can-can't take it back! I can't! I just can't!"
He strokes the back of my head, trying to calm me down, which only helps a little. "Hey, listen to me..." my sobs slow to sniffles for a moment as he continues, "that doesn't matter anymore. That was in the past. You've had to live fifty years without knowing, learning how to be a better person than your former self. And now? You are a different person completely."
As he finishes, I find that the guilt is letting up a bit. He's right. That is the past, this is now, and I have a future to live for! The world seems a bit brighter, even if regret follows me till the day I die, nothing can be done about what I did and I can't fix it. I will live, live to repay my wrongs.
Then Kid breaks into my thoughts, "But… I still don't even know who you really are…"
Letting out a light chuckle I say, the sobs halting completely, "Jaylee. Jaylee Striker. That's who I am. The daughter of a madman that made me a monster yet a weapon. The daughter of a good, healing witch… which makes me a healer myself"
He pulls back in slight shock. "So… you really are part witch?" I nod, "I'm glad my eyes didn't deceive me. Not that it matters, I still love you for you, Jaylee."

I smile, a true full smile. The first one I've had in over fifty years. "Thank you, Kid."