The Mark

"Just please, leave me alone...."

This is the story of my life, more accurately, how it changed forever. I used to be a cute little girl with lots of friends but now I avoid almost any kind of social interaction and I'm lonely to the point where I wanted to kill myself. At least that's who I was a year ago and that was all because of a little mark on my neck, my parents called it a blessing but to me...it was a curse.
I should probably start by introducing myself, my name is Nyx Fire. Yes, Nyx, as in the goddess of night. My mom always said she hadn't planned to name me that but something made her write it on the birth certificate on the night I was born. I wasn't made fun of for it, it was actually my name that made me popular when I was younger, then the mark on my neck started to appear when I was sixteen, it was on my birthday too. I might as well start there, eight years ago, my sixteenth birthday.

"Come on, Nyx, you're sixteen now but still single! Let's go to a club and have fun," my best friend, Selena, begged me as she tugged on my arm.
"Alright, alright. Just so you stop begging like a puppy," I say and laugh as I pull away then sit on my bed.
I'd never had a boyfriend or any love interests really, and Selena just couldn't believe, and I quote, 'Someone that hot and sexy has never even liked anyone romantically.' Don't get me wrong, I did want a boyfriend it's just that I wasn't actively seeking one out. We both got dressed and headed out, she brought us to a club called The Night's Desire, ironic. Once we got inside, she went ahead to the bar while I walked over to a couch and sat down, relaxing, I was feeling a tingling in left side of my neck by now but I ignored it and watched as Selena brought me a bottle of water since we were both under-aged. She sat down next to me and realized something was wrong.
"Hey, you've got something on your neck and it looks bad," Selena said.
"It is kind of tingling, what's it look like?" I ask.
"Just a bad bruise or something, like someone hit the side of your neck with their elbow or something," she said, "too big to be a hickey."
"Well at least the worst people will think is I got into a fight or something," I say.
"Yeah, there's a bright side, come on, let's go dance!" she tugged on my arm.
"I'm gonna stay here and scope out the hunks for a while, you go have fun dancing and I'll join you later," I say.
"You'd better, I don't care if it's your birthday, I'll drag you onto the dance floor if I have to," she says before walking off.
I open my water and drink a little, leaning back on the sofa and sighing softly before the side of my neck starts to burn. I don't really handle pain all that well and this was agony. I hold the side of my neck and the next thing I knew, I was unconscious on the floor with a new mark on my neck.
The well known mark of the daughter of the night: A phoenix with a young moon in its talons. Thing is, it's supposed to just be a myth.

I woke up the next day in my bed with bandages around my neck but it didn't hurt, I knew why my parents probably did this. To hide the mark. Okay, before I go any further, I'll tell you the myth.