The Fight: Demons On NeverAgain

Chapter 1: The Learning of Who Your Friends Truely Are.

Entering the room, Nykki reveals her identity to her "friends" only to find out a demons named Fiona and Callie had distroyed her friendships and burned the bridges of the trials they had stood. "Leave you trashy bitch. You don't deserve to live after what you did to my Fiona," snarled Ellise, " Owner kick her out. She hurt my friend." Nykki procedes to leave the room distrot about losing the friends she once thought she had. Taking drastic measures, Nykki leaves the group forever telling the few real friends left good bye and how to contact her.

NYKKI'S POV:

" Sasha, I don't get how they could do that to me after how much I helped them all," I typed to my friends Sasha who had returned after a brawl with people who had set out to distroy her and her page that held great games with equally great prizes.

"Honey, I'm sorry you had to find out like this that they were not your real friends. Believe me I know how u feel. The people I thought were my friends betrayed me and I'm just back from it and stronger then ever," replied my caring friend. I still feel terrible Sasha has no idea what I am. I can't reveal the truth to her as it might turn her against me. 

"I know. It just hurts to think that they could hurt me so much. I removed them and bidded a farewell to my few friends left there," I send teary-eyed. I could feel myself slowly slip in to a depression. I began to think the worst thoughts about what I could do to them but I would let the forces of nature take care of them and fullfil my wishes to see them fall from their petestal. 

"I know they hurt you and you know they are now banned from my page and it's events. How should we make them pay for hurting you?" Sasha responded with begrudged.

"Let nature take care of them. They are not worth the breath to even speak about," I typed while smiling a grim smile at the torture nature will have in store for them.

"Ok, but let me know if you change your mind and want revenge. I will gladly help you," my trustworthy friend sent. Ending the chat, I move to close the window and write a small poem to express how I feel. 

"The Fight"

There Lies,

Two Sides,

Divided by Morals,

Each Chooses a Leader,

The Fight WIll Decide Who Controls the Pain of Others.

Saving the small poem, I start to drift to a slumber. Shutting down the laptop I climb into the warmed bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better was my last thought as I closed my eyes for the day.