Nyx was in a nice place, it was dark and warm. Though she could feel pain and a lot of it. She saw skin and tissues being stitched together by an invisible force, and when those images finally left she saw Jeanna crying.
It broke her heart.
'A heart? Since when did I have one of those?' Nyx chuckled softly.
According to so many people her heart was nothing but a black hole. She was the Ice queen, if that was true how come she felt the pain of every word the whispered.
Why should she continue in a world that seemed to only know how to stab her in the back? Simple, she had Jeanna and Uriel. Jeanna was like her daughter or baby sister, and Uriel was her best friend for five years now. Nyx would run hell and back if they asked. In fact that's exactly what she's doing, the pain felt like hell for her.
'How do cutters do it? I hate pain!' Nyx groaned.
'Come on you can do this… think of those weird clips you can do...
Hush Hush your tears don't matter, Not now not here
Your fears are petty, Keep yourself locked and keyed
Keep the dreams in you grasp, do not tell a soul
Keep your head low, but have your pride high
They don't care of your feelings, only your weakness
Keep yourself together, Make them beg for you
You're a dream in body mind and soul.
Keep them wanting for more,
Hush hush Your tears don't matter
When you're pulling the strings of their hearts.
Make them beg then toss them; toss them like they tossed you.
Make them beg like little dirty dogs, squash them like baby bunnies.
Their trash under your foot, step on them.
Your fears don't matter, don't' tell a soul.
Use theirs against them…'
As Nyx played with words in her mind, she felt lighter than a heavy weight crashed her. Her eyes opened with a jolt, looking at the rich color ceiling above her.
"Where am I?"
The room was well kept and old furniture it was a deep purple with midnight blue accents.
"Such a pretty room." Nyx smiled softly.
The teen rose to her feet, looking at the robe on a chair. Her knees were weak but nothing she hadn't experienced before. Nyx made it to the chair only almost losing her footing four times. As she pulled the silk robe on she notice she was in a male button down shirt, made of cotton. It reached her knees; she still had knee high socks on.
The door wasn't far but the girl was exhausted so she plopped down in the chair that was placed in front of the vanity. She looked at the mirror before she gasped at her reflection. Eye widen at the chopped sides of her hair, a scream tore through her head. She was always vain about her hair and no some of it was chopped, her eye twitched. Not even the stiches on her face pissed her off as much as the new haircut. The middle of her hair was still long, remembering a lovely anime character she took the sheers next to her and fixed her once long mane. As Nyx braided the long middle section she looked at herself. The sides were cut short with only a long braid.
"Now if I had blonde hair and a longer braid I'd look like Jack." Nyx commented before looking at the damage to her face. There were three stiches and some scrapes, two on her right and left cheek and one of cutting diagonal across her forehead stopping a bit before her temple.
Wrinkling her nose she deicide to try to walk elsewhere. The teen heard noise coming from, what seemed to her, downstairs so that was her goal.
"If they wanted me dead they could've left me or kill me already." The girl huffed as she rose and walked out her door with more grace and ease than any normal person should be able to. Nyx decide to find out where she is than question her ability to walk. The events of the car accident were still fresh in Nyx's mind. She quickened her pace to find Jeanna; having just lost her father could've made her unstable. Nyx paused for a moment, her mother's death even a year earlier were still fresh to her mind's eye. The red surround her, and the girl nearly dropped but quickly grabbed a hold of herself. Her best friend needed her and that's what mattered at the moment.
If she truly felt like it, she could mourn of her long gone mother again when she was alone and Jeanna was safe.
'Sleep ye dead memories
Your bloody nightmares waiting in the dark
So Sleep until ye next victim slips
Falling into your horrid embrace'
Nyx said in her head as she followed the sound of laughter. Some were happy, and other chuckles, a small smile graced Nyx's lips as she saw Jeanna laughing. The girl calm down enough to see the injured girl her eye alight with happiness. Her small voice reached the air with
"NYX! You're awake!"
Than everyone turned to stare at the girl who was standing in the doorway.
"Ello Puppet, I see ye made some friends eh?" Nyx's pirate accent fell from her pink lily lips. Jeanna's laughter filled the silent room, one room that was a bit cold to Nyx.