Appoximately five hours, 1 minute, and 5 seconds have gone by. The times when Nyx would always tell me, "Expect the unexpected, notice the unnoticed, motivate, the unmotivated." Little did I know, I was the unexpected, unoticed, and unmotivated myself. It's funny how she would always tell me, "You are a pretty weird one. But I love you." I would always say I love you back. But I knew deep down, that Nyx never believed me. No matter how hard I tried. Nyx used to call me every night in a frenzy yelling about the nightmares she has, and her friends that speak to her. She called them the monsters.