Nyre Foster
There was guilt. Nothing but an overwhelming amount of guilt. This whole time, her whole life, she'd believed Nyre was the monster when, in fact, it was her. She was the creature that crammed its way inside Nyre's head and polluted her mind.She was even able to convince her that she was the monster. Eryn wasn't even Eryn anymore. She was the real Nyre and Nyre was the fun-loving daughter that her dad deserved. More importantly, that her mom deserved.
"It was me all along." She was almost in tears with the guilt. She was no teenage girl with friends and a life and exams at school. She wasn't even human. Her aching wings reminded her of that just fine. Sure that at least one of them was broken, Nyre stood up from the ground and tried to take in her surroundings. Nothing but woods and dead leaves scattering the ground. As she tried to walk, she realized just how quiet everything was. Then she remembered Shadow. That horrible creature and Its equally evil counter-part. Kayden sent that thing after her and then probably ran off to cry in Logan's arms.
Nyre knew that she fancied him. She could tell in the way her eyes grew big and her lips pulled into a smile when he spoke. It was disgusting. They were both insane with no self-control. Logan. Logan. Logan. There was no doubt in her mind that that boy was getting what he deserved. Fading from the world would heal the scars he caused. Maybe those people would forget about the boy who slaughtered his parents' image and lied to everyone. Maybe they could move on even forgive him. Nyre wouldn't.
Nyre refused to forgive him. Abuse is nothing to joke about and he just carried it around school on some silver platter. And he enjoyed the attention he got from it, there was no denying. She limped through the woods with bitter disgust plaguing her every move. Both Kayden and Logan were only reckless enemies that needed to be destroyed. And if their pasts weren't going to catch up to them, Nyre would make sure they felt every ounce of pain their victims had. She was going to destroy every atom they were.
What she didn't know that there was almost nothing left to destroy.
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She opened her eyes to the wall of her room. Eryn's room. All the art lining the walls made her long to be someone else. Not the horrible monster she knew she had to be. The other half of Eryn. The only problem was, she remembered something before the horrible fire. In her memory, there was almost some form of life she had. But that couldn't be true, because, according to Eryn, Nyre only started coming around after the fire. She slid her hands down her face and flopped down on her bed. Eryn's bed.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw things that weren't there before. Images of a women with curls and a smile with a child on her knee. A man holding hands with little girl and long walks across hot sand. Things she couldn't recall, but remembered. She could smell cocoa and fell the beach water and the heat of the sun. All these memories were hers, but she isn't Eryn. She isn't Eryn. She isn't Eryn. Isn't she Eryn?
Whatever it was, something told her that she had a life before the fire. There was something there. A fiber, or a strand, of something that belonged to her. They were more than just memories, they had to be. If she could smell them and fell them, they had to be real, right? She couldn't just make this up. She had to be Eryn. She could clearly see life before the fire that stole everything. And then Nyre appeared. After the fire everything change and she was shoved aside being claimed as the monster. Something about it all was twisted up.
All this time, she'd lived most of her life thinking she was some awful monster that split Eryn's personality and ruined everything. Her mind raced with angry words and things she'd say when Eryn got back. If she got back. A noise from downstairs brought a new idea to her mind. She would just ask Eryn's dad. Her dad.
