Blather. It's about Nyu Osama. She's a split personality victim. When it's 'she said' it means the other personality. When it's 'I' it's Nyu.
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"Hello?" she blurts out. I quickly cover my mouth with both of my small hands, as though my mouth has a mind of its own. My eyes are crossed and I’m distraught and all alone to the core.
"Don't be afra-" she evilly utters.
"Don't even start." I bluntly state.
"Don't start what? You can't stop it." she intimidates crossly.
"No, no, no!" I exclaim.
"No, what?" she sarcastically adds.
"You should know. You're the other half," I explain, strutting down the eerie street. I halt in my tracks, clenching my fists, and gritting my teeth. My medium-length pink hair is gently relaxing on my revealed shoulders. My right arm starts to move, an involuntary movement that I did not allow. I swiftly move my other hand to pin it down, to no avail. It swerves and punches me on my right cheek, ferocious and uncontrolled. I land on my back; pain shoots up my lower back. I cry out in agony, I jump back up and pin my right hand to the gravel with my left knee.
"You don't know what you're doing! Stop this monstrosity! Sister!" she pleads, with a venomous voice to pull a sham to deceive me.
"I don't know what I'm doing?! You're such a skank!" I shout ruefully as a tear stains my face. I point my head down, and then I shake it off by jerking my head left and right. She is too appalled to even object.
I stand up, my head looking at my mangled hand while it’s trembles violently. My left hand shields my right eye from being seen. It is bloodshot and I feel it coursing through my pounding head. I dash down the abandoned, meandering street while passing several houses, street signs, and mailboxes. The time of day is around dusk, the moonlight is illuminating the semi-dark night.
My right leg halts, unwantingly, in its' tracks, causing me to trip and land face first on the pavement. I quickly sit up, legs crossed. I whine from the stinging pain and cover my face with my left arm.
"What'd you do that for, sister?!" I shriek, rubbing the dust from my face. I rotate myself to where my legs are on the pavement, drawn in close to my thighs. My hands gather on the ground, fists clenched. I grind my teeth tautly.
"Ya' know what? I don't care." she states boldly. I gasp at the meaning of those words, and then quickly recover to growl at the disgrace.
Stupid fool...
"You never did care... You're a disgrace to my body. Get OUT." I say crossly, my heartache reappearing. It is shattering my fragile heart like glass.
Why did that hurt? Do I really need her? She's in MY body, not hers. She can get her own for all I care.
I shake my head as a tear falls down my cheek and to the pavement, quickly dissolving into the asphalt.
"I can't, and you know that. I like annoying you anyways." she explains, pointing her index finger at me.
"Oh Really? You're such an incompetent swine!" I scowl.
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A Change of Heart (Nyu)
HorrorNyu couldn't control her other personality. It came to life, surging through her body like a virus. Will she control it? Without anyone's help? Alone? Read and find out.
