Persona

Nuire Part. 2

Adrien

Something felt strange when I woke up the next morning.

My breath tasted bitter, my eyes were stinging, and my skin felt gross.

I sat up in my bed, turning off my alarm clock and rubbed my eyes.

I got up and went into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.

I looked so tired, and dark circles were under my eyes.

I brushed my hair a bit and threw on some clothes, not really caring that it didn't match.

I was just so out of it.

Plagg had come up behind me as I brushed my teeth, and even he looked tired.

"You look awful," he said, making me roll my eyes.

"I feel  awful," I responded.

Though I brushed my teeth, I couldn't shake the bitterness that had somehow stained my tongue.

"What happened yesterday? I don't even remember going to see Marinette," I said, rubbing my forehead as I leaned over my sink.

"I don't know to be honest, I just remember coming home," he replied, sitting on my shoulder.

Then I closed my eyes.

Did I go see Marinette?

"Did I even go see Mari?" I asked, hoping Plagg would remember.

"I don't think so...my head is just in a blur," he said.

I sighed and stood up straight again.

I walked over to my desk and was surprised to see something sticking out of my journal.

Ever since I was little, I would write down the most significant memories I had.

Whether it be a vacation, a date, or something my mother and father did with me.

I hadn't written in it for a long time, so seeing it out was strange to me.

I picked it up, seeing my name written across the paper cover from when I was little.

It was barely legible, but I still smiled at the thought of me scribbling my name on it.

I read through the first couple pages, and smiled as I tried to remember all the things inside.

I even drew pictures.

Some where of the Eiffel Tower, and how my mother used to take me on picnics there.

Others would be of beautiful places I had to go when I was modeling.

I even wrote about the first time I had a crush on a girl.

I laughed a little out loud when I saw her name was Mary.

I kept flipping through the pages, and soon found that I had stopped writing all together inside of it.

I just drew pictures that I remembered so well, and would title them things that would trigger the memory in my mind.

I found a few titled "Poem" and drawings of what I imagined Fire and Ice  would look like.

Other times I drew faces that I had long forgotten about.

The drawings were mediocre, but I think I just thought that because of how good I had become at drawing clothes and fashion lines.

Like father like son...at least, that's what Mom used to say about my drawings.

I flipped through a couple more, but the one that popped out to me the most was one that was dated...

yesterday.

It was a beautiful image, but what I saw was almost frightening.

I titled it "Nuire," the French word for harm.

And out to the side, I wrote, "Harm is love like love is harm."

To be continued