Solace Survivor

Chapter 19

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Isabella's POV

This is a mess.

My whole life.

It is a disaster.

Girls my age would be out partying with disgusting mixed alcohol until their curfew. Instead here I am with a beautiful towel, cleaning up my best friends blood so it doesn't stain the beautiful black, wooden floor.

I glance up at Marcus to see that he is still asleep whilst my other hand is scrubbing at the floor.

My shoulder is starting to hurt from the pressure I'm putting on it. That's my que to stop when I lean my head up towards the very high ceiling at the modern chandelier, staring back at me, my hand falling to my side.

My gosh I am exhausted. Not from this task but from everything in general.

Hopefully I do pass out.

Maybe that'll give me some rest.

I let a deep breath exhale through my nose before I go back to cleaning.

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Now that the adrenaline has worn off my body is overflowing with exhaustion and nerves. There's no point of going to sleep because the nightmares will just keep me up.

I glance down at my hands covered in Alex's blood when I put them under the warm water, the sensation giving me chills up my arms.

I watch the blood fall off my hands and swirl around the sink before going into the drain.

My eyes trace around to find any sort of cleaning supplies for my mess.

Does he not have soap?

"What kind of person doesn't even have soap for dishes?" I spit to myself, partially a whisper to not wake up Marcus.

He's a vampire with possible supernatural hearing so I don't wanna test my luck.

Water will have to do.

I rub my hands together, more blood coming off keeping my comments to myself this time.

I then turn my hands around bringing my nail bids closer to faucet. There's dried blood in my fingertips as well...

My heart isn't racing but the nerves are still there.

How come this isn't freaking me out?

I lift my head up at this thought to ponder it.

I'm used to it already...?

No because I'm still nervous and scared...

Am I...?

This is the first time I can't understand my own emotions. Does it have anything to do with my powers now?

I shake my head and turn my attention back to my hands which are now bright red. The feeling of burning brings me back the reality when I retreat and turn off the water.

Towels...

Where are the towels?

Matter of fact where is the one I used in the living room...

"Of course I forgot it." I state, rubbing my hands on my shirt in an effort to dry them.

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I make my way back to the living room and manage to spot the cloth next to the now shiny floor.

I try not to picture Alex here when I walk over to grab it. Marcus wouldn't want a bloody towel so to the trash it goes.

But my actions are short lived when I feel a little gust of wind, blowing at the back of my neck.