The Forgotten...? ••• 𝐂.𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥

(14) 𝐃rowning in the depths

In this chapter the slanted and bold writing are thoughts

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Narrator's POV:

Mirabel was beyond terrified, she has never felt like this before. The crushing sensation of being trapped, unable to save herself, her family. Just... waiting for the inevitable. To be drowned.

Without noticing her breathing grew rapid and she was gasping for air, Camilo soon noticed his cousin hyperventilating but his mind froze. He couldn't focus on the fact Mirabel was scared half to death because if he did he would lose the little time they had to think of an escape plan.

"Mira! Come—on! Come on!" Camilo groaned, moving his hand trying to get a better grip of Dolores as every small rise of water weighed then down further. His legs were growing tired and he could just feel the cramps that were to come later on.

"Camilo, we can't get out from the top! We'll drown with all the weight!" Mirabel screamed, she moved her head so it faced the ceiling and managed to get out a full sentence without the interruption of water submerging her.

With the waves rising and the trio's speedy ascent, the ceiling grew closer and closer. And as Camilo zoned in on the probabilities and accessed the possibility of them making it out un-injured, which was slim to none, but the boy was optimistic, to say the least. His mind constantly drove him to the thought of his family, his mamá and papa, his brother and his cousins and uncles and aunt. But he pushed those thoughts aside, vowing to himself that this wouldn't be his last memory, or feeling, that he was going to get out and everything would go back to normal.

Besides Camilo perched a motionlessness Dolores, who was out cold. Neither Camilo nor Mirabel knew why and the likelihood that it was something to do with Lucia's book was high on their lists of probable causes and that single theory made their anxiety spike. But the two conscious Madrigal's put that to the side as their main crumbling state of mind on their escape.

Carrying half of Dolores' weight, was Mirabel. A young woman, cracking under the mounts of pestering pressure that had built up over a short period. Her mind was racing, all of the stress, all of the feelings, all of the sounds and water. The waves, the loud breathing, anything and everything in this room was drawing her breath and leaving her clawing for air, for a sense of safety...

Mirabel did something she didn't think or want to happen in the intense situation that she is tangled in at the moment.
She cried. She let out loud and uncontrollable hiccups and whimpers, trying to stop herself but being unable to. Tears rushed down her face, carving little streams as they flooded out of her closed eyes. Impuissant swipes to the face were made in a futile attempt at clearing her vision and burning iris.

As this took place, Camilo heavy heartedly frowned and tried his very best to maintain the strong and confident facade he has portrayed. He knew he had to stop this. He needed them both to think of a way out or a suggestion at the very least. Anything to lessen the blow of their undermined fate.
"Mira!" Camilo pressed, turning to face his cousin only to be met with yet another heartbreaking view. Soaking wet and face crumpled up, pushing her limp to their limits to keep herself and his sister alive. At that moment Camilo realized that without Mirabel he would almost immediately succumb to his surroundings and stupidity, resulting in indefinite death.

This prominent thought smashed whatever sort of steady, calm resolve Camilo had structured and built to coddle his cousin and was now dead set on their escape. He wouldn't let this be the last time he saw Mirabel, not roaring her eyes out or pleading Encanto and Casita to help them. The sight killed whatever mental stability the boy was clinging onto and without that, Camilo was a very scared and determined shapeshifter. But he knew first things first, get Mirabel back Into working order.

"Mir-Mi—Mirab- Hey!! You listen up—!" The young chameleon's attempt proved to be unsuccessful as he only heard Mirabel's sobs become more dry and scratchy, more taxing on her lungs and what little stamina she had left.
"Ugh! Mirab- !? I swear— to the miracle candle! That if y-you— don't listen to me I'll—!" Camilo abruptly paused, coughing up a concoction of saliva and fresh river water, his throat burned and his eyes drowned in unwanted tears. Similar to Mirabel's.

As his fit of violent coughs came to their inevitably painful end, he blinked away some of the built-up tears and turned back to Mirabel. Who, shockingly, was staring directly at him, her face and features unwavering as her imploring eyes met his green ones. Throat sore and crocky, Camilo's words fell on deaf ears. This also lead him to one thought,
'Typical, the one time I need Dolores to eavesdrop on me is the time when she is unconscious'

"Ca—Camilo!?" Her raspy voice snapped Camilo back into the situation, his eyes focused and became clear as he gave one clear sign for Mirabel to keep fighting. One nod, one simple, a slight nudge of the head was all it took for Mirabel to swallow the anxiety-ridden thoughts and the sickening feeling of her stomach-turning.

The young woman was now aware of how close her legs and arm was to give out, losing their power with all the weight.
And Mirabel could feel her legs slow their movements, pleading for a rest yet she pushed and urged them to move. Any sort of movement, just to keep them above the water, but the more she focused on maintaining her leg movements the less she took notice of her surroundings. And the more unprepared she was to her new circumstance.

The duo focused their minds and energy, firmly, on moving their constant and dependant motions and the small crashes of waves soon turned into slick sounds of speed. The current changed drastically and the others noticed once they could feel the pull of the swirling water, they were swept to the side, in one direction. The velocity picked up and they were spinning around, the small room they had within in the barrier, but when Mirabel opened her eyes her heart dropped. Swallowing thickly, her grip tightened its hold on her lifeless cousin as she screamed for Camilo. She had no clue how to get out of this or what was going to happen. But the newly required confidence and determination Camilo encouraged soon dwindled to a spec as she stared at the gaping hole in the middle of the water.

A whirlpool...

'Just great!'

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Word count: 1242

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Sorry if this chapter isn't as great, I wasn't really in the mood for writing and I'm that's no excuse, sorry, sorry. But yeah, if it's shitty in Ur opinion, then I apologize, sorry. And sorry for the ruling wait I've been trying to add to this chapter but o want to get into the actual story and this build-up is taking forever. AND THAT'S FROM THR WRITER. Sommamakese is sure that this scene/ scenery (Lucia's room) will be done in 2 chapters MAXX. I'm almost positive it'll be less. So yah! Thanks for reading!!!)