Solace Survivor

Chapter 17

Isabella's POV

"You have accepted the gift of magic."

"Continue on with your legacy my child."

"But do not relish into the dark magic."

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The warmth of comfort and a soft mattress with a cover that I know too well. I open my eyes slowly but surely, taking my arms out to rub them and see better. I blink several times as I look at my desk and all of my stuff.. I am in fact in my room. So it was a dream... I guess I crashed after I went upstairs to go to the bathroom.

For someone that is never a morning person, I feel... good. Like there was always this emptiness inside me and my sleep made it complete somehow..? I throw off my comforter energetically and practically jerk up from my bed then skip to the bathroom. God I feel like Alex since she's a morning person.. Once I reach the bathroom to do my business I stop in my tracks.

My hand instinctively goes to my right cheek to touch the little cut. Well that excitement was short lived but I still feel perky. It doesn't hurt but it's just a little baby cut... So it wasn't a dream? On impulse I glance down at my feet to see that they're clean... And I still have my dress on from yesterday. That's impossible right? Am I going crazy?

Last night feels so real yet it's also like a fuzzy dream. I let my thoughts wander as I sit on the toilet to do my business. My hair is tangled but it is always after a good night's sleep. On instinct I lift my arm up to smell my armpit and almost gag in the process. Gosh please tell me it was a dream and not real...

Once I'm done I grab the toilet paper and proceed to let my thoughts loose. If it was real then that means... I was almost kidnapped and I used...

'Dark Magic.'

Those two words pop up in my head and bounce against my skull like I'm in a claw machine as I get up, grabbing the bottom of my dress to take it off. It's a man's voice but yet it feels like I've met this person. It doesn't sound like the voice either... Once I've taken off all of my clothing I reach over and turn on the hot water nob to the shower. My hair is gonna be a hot mess but that is what detangler is for.

I adjust the water heat and play with the nobs until it's perfect for my sensitive skin. My feet hit the water, not liking the feeling like there sore somehow.

It's soon followed by my entire body as I let the water run down it. My head flips down to see that my feet are not as clean as I thought they we're. The dirt is surrounding them and leaving a trail to the drain.

The only time I took off my shoes was at that picnic with my Dad that didn't go so well...

Because of the voice.

My hands go through my wet hair struggling to get through the tangles when I reach over to grab the shampoo struggling on this memory. Every instinct in my body that day was telling me to run or go to that specific spot.. And I ran. Got coffee with Alex... Went to her house and hanged out... Went back to mine with Alex and Jessica...

Blew out my candles...

Then it's all blank.

I rub my scalp with the shampoo to try and retain my memory that is lost for some reason. Once my head and scalp are all foamy, I let my hand go down my long hair that needs cut reaching my ends. I then tilt my head back to wash it all out. Come on think!

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Walking out with a towel on, I wipe the mirror off with one hand that is all fogged up from the hot shower I just took. For the past 25 minutes this thought has been sitting with me and it has brought me nowhere. Who was with me that night?