With Pain Comes Peace

My name is Layla. Or so they tell me. In no world could I be a Layla. Layla’s a feminine name. It’s for someone tall and graceful with flawless skin and thick silky hair. I’m five foot six with stringy hair and a round baby face. Slender but a little beefy in the thighs. Graceful? No. I walked right into a sliding glass door just this morning. I feel I’m more of a somewhat klutzy tomboy, more of a Charlie or an Alex.I’ve been rescued and rehabilitated by a curious place called the Colony. Rescued from what, I don’t know. Possibly a life not worth living, since I was found unconscious and bloody with a broken foot. Hiding from someone (or something) in a dirty dumpster alley in a bad part of Phoenix.Or so the story goes.With Pain Comes Peace is a dark, disturbing companion short story to The Pain Colony. A link to the e-book can be found at the end of The Pain Colony.