In the midst of a new beginning, troubles start to arise. Thrown into a world she thought was fantasy. Artemis now has to learn how to live with a new being inside of her. She needs to learn to trust people if she wishes to survive.
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Artemis
"Honey! Wake up, or you're going to be late." My mother yells from the kitchen, and I groan. I don't like waking up from yelling. I yawn, I don't want to wake up at all. It's the devil's day; it's Monday, morning, Fucking morning school.
I close my eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but my sister had to ruin it. Ugh!
"sis, get up, I need your help with my outfit. " My sister practically growls at me, and I grunt my response."Ugh, fine, I'm up. " I wear my robe and go into my sister's room to help her. "Black and white or a dress?" She said while tapping her chin.
"Wear the black blouse with white trousers and black high-hills boots and it is perfect." I replay and shrug my shoulders. My sister always was the one interested in fashion and makeup. When she does makeup, it's a masterpiece, and it's why she is going to take over my mother's company. "Thanks, sis." She hugs me and went to get dressed while I walk back to my room.
I get into the shower, to do my routine.
After the shower, I dry my hair. I put on a minimum amount of makeup and go into my walk-in closet. Unlike my sister, I like going easy on my makeup, as I don't feel comfortable with a lot of makeup on my face.
There is a knock on the door. "Come in." the door opens revealing Elli. "Hey, baby-girl," Elli says to me and comes towards me for a hug.
We hug each other. Elli is my bestie. She was always there for me, she and Mel. We grow up together, she's a few months older than me. She lives 15 minutes away from me. She has a boyfriend named Andre, and her mom is not in the picture.
"Hey, lipstick. Help me with my outfit." We start taking options from the closet for me to wear. Until Melanie comes in. I sigh out loud. My first thought of the day; let the drama begin. I mentally roll my eyes.
"You are having an outfit crisis and..." she faked a sob. "And you don't call your favorite sister?" My sister fakes cry, god she is such a drama queen. No joking.
" Your puppy eyes won't work on me." I roll my eyes, "And you are my only sister."
"Details," She said with an annoyed voice.
"keep telling that yourself Mel."
Not fucking you again.
Since I was 16, I had this voice in my head; I never told this to anyone. I was too afraid they would lock me up. It feels like there is another person inside of me. When I was 17, the voice stopped; I was quite sure I had lost my mind. After some traumatic events, the voice returned. But it was comforting, and I just ignore it. And I felt empty when the voice stopped talking to me.
Even though the voice said she has a name, I couldn't call her that; because then for sure, I would be put in an asylum. And here we are again the voice, "Nyx" returns. I feel like something big is going to happen.
"Hey, Ari, you Ok? You zoomed out." Elli asks, with a gentle smile on her face.
"Yes, sorry but I am trying to ignore Mel. You know her; she's a drama queen. Don't know how we are related."
"Sis you know it's impossible. So, stop trying, will you?" My sister rolls her eyes; she is the light to my darkness. We bicker a lot, but I love her so much.
She picks a top and shorts with sneakers.
"Isn't it too revealing?" I asked shyly. Ever since I can remember, I was shy about my body, even with my friends and family. Even more after... I feel uncomfortable in public as it is, I don't want to attack unwanted attention. In our society, women are a target no matter what. Baggy clothes are my way to feel a little bit safer.
"You will look hot, and you can put on a jacket." Elli smiles at me. I still don't feel comfortable with revealing clothes.
"You will look amazing, and it's not too revealing. It's perfect!" My sister beams at me.
We chat for a few minutes and then go downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning ladies." Mum greets us as we enter the dining room.
Mum smiles at us. She's an expert when it comes to food, just like makeup. She's our chef.
"Morning miss Blake."
"Morning mom."
"Morning mom."
"Elli, the name is Rose, drop the miss. I know you for ten years now."
My mom says with a scoff; she hates it when someone who is not a client calls her Mrs.
" Uh...Yes, mi... Rose." Elli has enormous respect for older people. Always polite, only with us she's carefree.
"Better. Now eat your food; I don't want you to be late." She replays with a big grin on her face. Like she just won the lottery.
Mum sats the delicious food in front of us. Pancakes, waffles, smoothies, and more. I love mum's cooking. I moan every time I eat her food. Mel always laughs at me because of that.
"Melanie, you want a ride?" I ask.
"Only if you promise to pick me up after school to decorate your room." This little weasel. I hate it. It's a lost battle.
"No."
"Yes!"
Elli and I say at the same time.
"Ugh! Fine." I roll my eyes.
"Yay..."
She knows I have a hard time, and I will ask her to give her a ride, even though I have Elli. Leaving home, even for the café is hard on me.
"morning mom, Elli," Ben says as he enters the dining room.
He is not paying attention to us. Not even a glance towards us. Once he does, he rolls his eyes and crosses his hands on his chest. Like a baby.
