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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TW: Suicide mention
Artemis
Just as I say those words, Nyx jumps faster than imagined. I even surprised myself. I denied the fact for so long, ignored Nyx for years. But maybe, just maybe, Nyx speaks the truth.
I want stability in my life. I want to feel comfortable with myself. I never felt complete; maybe werewolves do exist. I have read enough fantasy books to know that a werewolf is never complete without their wolf side.
When I was 15, Nyx made her first appearance. She was against me, saying that I should wait and not date them. As time went by, I thought I was losing my mind. When I turned 18, Nyx, or the voice as I referred to her, said she wanted to show me something. But then, they happen. She didn't show me anything, probably cause I was in a come for half a year.
When I woke from the coma, I was in no shape or form to listen to anyone. I was in physical therapy to get back on my feet. It was the longest month of my life. Scratched that, the last three years were the longest of my life.
I almost successfully took my own life twice. The anti-depression pills made me numb. I was on so many medications, just to keep me alive. I gained weight for them; it made me hate myself. But at the same time, it made me happy. Society treats fat women as lesser, something to frown upon.
I was closed off from the world, but not from the internet. I saw people often comment things like,
"Who will touch a fat woman?"
"I will not touch a fat woman with a stick."
"Fat women are the worst; I won't come near them."
It worsened my condition; I believed them. But it also gave me comfort. No one will touch a fat woman, meaning no one will touch me.
Nyx left me at the time. I felt empty, missing something. For three years I haven't heard from her. Surely that I had lost my mind. I didn't utter a word about her. I kept it to myself, as I didn't want others to look at me differently.
What will I say to Elli? I can't keep it any longer. I never kept secrets from her, or Melanie. My eyes widen, oh god, Melanie! Is she a werewolf too? I look at Nyx, but there is another wolf next to her.
She has white fur, the same colours as the soft rays of the moonlight. Her eyes are lavender, a beautiful shade. It makes her fur colour stands out even more. She's a bit smaller in height and size than Nyx. They complete each other. They look like yin and yang.
"I'm Diana, your second wolf." I freeze in my place, two wolves? I just came to terms with the fact that I am even a werewolf. Now, this boom, can't I catch my breath?
"Diana, what do you think you are doing? It's too soon!" Nyx growls at Diana. For some reason, this angers me. "Leave her be, Nyx!" I speak for the first time. I don't even know what came over me. But seeing her angry at Diana, spark the fire within me. Nyx steps back and drops her ears. I open my mouth to speak, but I hear NF.
Elli... Only Elli will do it. I close my eyes painfully. That song is the reason I moved on. It's the reason I fight to live. I made Elli listen to it after I had a night terror. I woke up screaming and put it. I listen to this for relaxation and affirmation.
A lone tear escapes my eye and lands on my foot. I have to get back; this place is the darkest in my mind. I come here to inflict pain on myself. I can feel my body; I am aware of it. Opening my eyes, I hug her. "I'm sorry!" I sob.
"Hey, hey, shush now. I'm ok, and so are you. You're safe." She says. She rubs my back while saying encouraging words. From the corner of my eye, I see the others leaving. I need to tell her. I want to tell her. I need someone to talk to about Nyx.
"El...Elli...I...I need to tell you something..." I hiccup as I speak. I look down at my hands, feeling scared to even say it out loud.
Fuck it, I'm just gonna say it.
"When I was 15, a week before my 16th birthday, I heard a voice in my mind. It was the day they asked me out." I stop to look at Elli, trying to see her reaction. She smiles softly at me and nods for me to continue.
"I ignored it, I thought I was losing my mind. I thought, maybe I am schizophrenic? It never left me alone. The voice said it has a name, Nyx. On my 17th birthday, she said, next year, something big will happen. Before my 18th birthday, she said, there is something I have to show you. But then, you know..." I trail off. My 18th birthday is a sore spot for me. It was supposed to be the best day of my life but, turned out to be the worst.
"She left after the coma; I thought I will be happy. Wishful thinking, I felt alone without her. I felt empty, even betrayed." I take a breath; the emotions are restricting my throat.
"I never left. I wanted you to have the best recovery. You assumed you were crazy. I didn't want to hinder your healing." Nyx says in my mind. That did it; I burst into tears again. Her voice feels so sad. Elli gets behind me and lays me on her chest. She does it every time I am sad.
Gathering courage, I began to speak again. "She came back a few weeks ago. She has been here the whole time. She said some things, I thought she was a fragment of my imagination."
"What did she say?" Elli asks while wiping my tears away. "ShesiadIamawerewolf," I mutter. "Eyeshadow, speak louder."
"She...She said I am a werewolf..." I avoid looking back at her.
