❪ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄❫ * ˚ ✦ chapter nineteen , somewhere only we know [ tw : mentions of suicide attempt & depression ]
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❪ PENSACOLA , FLORIDA ❫ December 2013
Pain rippled up her side, Belly pushed her teeth together and threw herself back into her chair, straining against the bindings as she forced herself through the burning sensation of whatever Killian was administering to her. The girl sunk back into her chair, heaving in the air around her as her head rolled forward, hair forming a curtain around her bruised and cut face.
Exhaustion is a normality for Isabella, she doesn't really sleep that much anymore.
It's nature now.
For a teenager, you're recommended a full ten hours of sleep, she gets around six at most, normally four and that's on and off. It's tragic really, she's always so tired, but eventually it became normality for her system, to always be sleep deprived.
But the exhaustion that takes over now, it's like one she's never felt before. Sweat mixes with the blood falling down the sides of her face, Isabella let her eyelids shut, a gentle sigh leaving her lips as a droplet of sweat dropped onto her eyelashes and bounced off down her cheek.
When the fourteen year old peeled her eyes open, she saw her hand glowing orange, it was faint, but it was there. Panic filled her system, what is this? He's turning her into him. No. No. She's not supposed to have superpowers, she's a human in a suit, and sometimes, not even that. She can be a superhero whenever she wants, she can save the world tommorow, or today, or never. Belly knows she's not defined by her suit, but she could really use one of her dad's suits right now, or her own. The paucity of comfort by the armour is filling her system the more she thinks about it.
And then, all she really wants is her dad.
Leaning back in the chair, Isabella took in as much of the room as she could. It wasn't very big, there seems to be some artillery shoved in crates. She can just see an AK-47 peeking out the top of a box in the far corner. The door is one of those rounded ones with the wheel in the middle, it seems like she's deep in the boat.
