And suddenly, a familiar name caught my eye.
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"Nyx!! Where are my shoes?" I screamed so loud that my throat hurt. "I have no idea," said my devil of a brother dragging the words with an evil grin. Do I trust him? Absolutely not.
The first day of high school. No shoes. Just the perfect combination.
I reluctantly rummage through my old shoe boxes to find a decent-looking shoe. NONE. All my shoes are either filthy, small, or beyond repair. Today's gonna be awesome.
"You psychotic platypus! Where-- Ouchh". I hit my face on something. Is it a box? A shoe box? I open my eyes rubbing my forehead. Yep, it IS a box. Not any ordinary box. Crocs!? My demon brother is gifting me a Crocs? No way!
I'm not gonna fall for his petty prank. I determinedly shove the box away and walk towards my room. I hear my brothers' footsteps behind me. "Take it or lose it. I know a lot of pretty girls to flatter with these amazing shoes."
"As if I'm one of those brainless idiots in your school," I say doubt creeping into me. But my brother is never nice to me. Of Course, he loves me. But he snitches on me every chance he gets. He can't be trusted a bit. I snatch the box from his hand and shove it in the attic. "That's where it's gotta be."
"You're gonna regret it, potato (Yes, he literally calls me potato). Remember, I've filled it with 'Nyx'ie dust. So whenever you need me, put these on and it will lead you straight to me." He says with a smirk. DECEPTION!!!
"No thanks," I say out loud as I relive the memory in my head.
This is me. 21 year old Daisy. Standing in the attic teary-eyed, staring at the gorgeous daisy charms peeking out from the dusty Crocs shoe box. I haven't seen or heard from Nyx for the past 2 years. When did I lose him? I have no idea.
A couple of years before I had an accident and lost 2 months of prior memory. I was in a coma for 2 months after. I have no idea how I got into such a major accident. I don't even drive that often. Those 4 months are like a blank page in my life. When I woke up, Nyx wasn't there. My mother said that he left home after a brawl and never came back. We haven't been able to contact him since. He probably doesn't know about the accident or he would've come back for sure.
Reminiscing, I put on the shoes and decide to go for a run to take things off my head. Forcing myself not to think about Nyx and failing miserably, I accidentally entered the nearby graveyard.
When I turned to return back, a familiar name caught my eye.
Nyx Rubin
Birth : 29 Jul 1990
Death : 26 Sep 2021
That was the day of my accident.
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Short Story'Good shoes take you to good places '. But Daisy's Crocs weren't for that. ------------- Find out why those shoes became dear to Daisy even when they didn't take her to where she needed to go. This is a contest entry.
