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It dangled down the center of her mirror, attached to the dresser in her bedroom. The locket that held a photograph of her and her mother, so very many years ago. When Sydney was only a toddler. Those were the good times. Basically the only ones she had before joining Sanctum. An innocent child, in a seemingly well off family that she trusted as perfect. Little did that child know, it would soon all be going to Hell. Literally. Within a moment.. everything changed.
Losing a mother, and her love, was something the girl had a hard time dealing with, even up to this last year. It ruined her life. Coping with the death of a parent, and then falling into a whole new world of abuse for almost eighteen years caused most of the damage she still carries with her. The locket was one thing she clung to. For all these years. Just an ounce of hope, and knowing her sweet mother was looking out for her. But then, to top it all off, only a few months ago Syd found out her birth giver wasn’t dead at all. No. Only fled to leave her abusive husband, but abandoned Sydney to suffer through, just like that.
She had been staring at it now for months. Wondering why she even kept it. Wondering if it even done her any good. She hadn’t opened it to look at the picture since the moment she found out about her Mother’s deceit. She probably never would again. Did she even want it still? Should she even keep it?
If you know Syd, whether a friend or foe, you’d know that her loyalty to Sanctum and its leader’s ran extremely deep. She had devoted her life. Anything prior she classified as a trail run, a horrible simulation she had finally escaped. Keeping the same mentality was what she had to do. Her father was gone now, her brother gone, her mother.. should be forgotten. There was nothing life from her past, and sealing that in stone was exactly what she wanted to do. Her hand yanked the locket from its hanging, breaking the chain with one quick motion. Her eyes closed as she held it tightly, inhaling a deep breath before dark hues glared down at her hand. The next thing she knew, it laid upon the dresser and she grabbed a large candle, furiously beating the top of the dresser in hopes to crush the necklace. Over and over again, she pounded down with force. Screams leaving her lips as she cursed everything, and everyone from before Sanctum.