Eryn Foster
A blank canvas was positioned in front of Eryn. A vast, empty sheet of colorless boredom.
A taunting slate corrode of life.
She had to fix it. Eryn closed her eyes and thought of a quaint fall scene. Oranges and browns flooded her mind. Decorative patterns of leaves swirled through her conscious.
With her eyes still closed, Eryn put her brushes to the blank board. From it, the scene poured, spiraling out in a display of color. An overwhelming sense of relief filled the teenager. Finally, she opened her eyes.
The picture she imagined in her head was perfectly presented on the canvas. No longer white, the canvas expressed a peaceful park during the fall. A winding sidewalk decorated with leaves and fallen twigs. A pale sky decorated with delicate clouds. All painted to perfection.
There was only one problem. A huge, black hole had burned its way through the picture, ruining the perfection. It destroyed the picture from the middle out, corroding it with darkness. Black vine-like streams separated the picture into sections.
But Eryn hated it. It wasn't what she had imagined. Every time she wanted something to be perfect, the other half of Eryn destroyed it.
Eryn's other half, often referred to as Nyre, was the angry, obsessive monster that burrowed her way into Eryn's mind. She corroded and destroyed the only things Eryn could be proud of.
Nyre made herself known whenever she got the chance. Eryn tried her best to keep her down, but could only hope that Nyre could be controlled.
"Do you like it? I decided to add my own flair." Nyre snickered. Eryn recoiled at her other half. They were like identical twins.
They looked the same, dressed the same, and sounded the same. They were exactly the opposite of each other when it came to personality.
That's why Eryn called her Nyre, the opposite of Eryn.
"Go away." Eryn spoke fiercely. "I didn't ask for you to be here. As a matter of fact, I don't want you here."
Nyre snickered. "Oh, please. Like you have a choice. We're the same person." Nyre pointed at herself and then to Eryn.
"You wish." Eryn retorted.
Nyre laughed. She snapped her fingers and disappeared before Eryns' eyes. Eryn sighed. More and more often, Nyre was showing up outside of Eryn's mind.
She was getting harder and harder to keep in. And Eryn could only hope that she could keep Nyre in her conscious.
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Rows of exquisite paintings hung on Eryn's wall. Her paintings from middle school all the way to the District Art Award winners she'd painted this year. Eryn had then all arranged in perfect display order.
A knock sounded at her door.
"Yea?" Eryn questioned.
"Hey. I'm heading to the store to pick up dinner, you need anything?" It was Eryn's dad.
"No, thanks though." Eryn called.
