𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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I shove down every sob that threatens to erupt from my throat, and run a hand across my tear stained cheeks. Adverting my mind from the burning sensation overtaking my leg. And instead, I force words out of my mouth.
"How far are we?" I mumble in towards his ear. His head looks back at me. "From where?"
"What do you mean from where? From wherever the hell you're taking me." I snapped, my resolve thinning inch by inch as the pain in my leg continues to throb and sting with an overwhelming pain that overtakes every bit of emotion in my mind.
It doesn't matter because I can't control anything that comes out of my mouth right now.
"We're—"
Gunshots erupt in the air. And in a slow motion hallucination, I swear I can see the sparkling bullets fly past us, With pure luck they miss us by barely a centimeter. He ducks downward, putting me in the perfect line of fire.
"Hey!" I smack his head. "Don't get me shot." I force through gritted teeth, ignoring the pain below me.
"If you hit me one more time, I will drop you and leave you right now." He threatens, Peering over his shoulder at me. His voice so stern and serious, although His face doesn't entirely meet it halfway.
I swallow the lump in my throat, and dig my chin in his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut and squeezing my arms around him tighter. "Whatever." Is all I can force out.
I feel his back muscles tense. "We are almost to the bikes, We're catching up to the rest." He answers my earlier question.
The word bikes doesn't fly over my head. "Bikes?" I whisper.
He completely ignores my question, Which makes sense because he shouldn't worry about my questions, Instead he should focus on running.
Which he has been running, in a full on sprint. I think it's the fastest sprint I've ever seen, And this man isn't even out of breath yet.
"How are you.." My words slurred out, unfinished.
Because suddenly the world began to twirl around me, And become so blurry I couldn't distinguish anything other than the fuzzy feeling in my head and throbbing pain in my leg. The sound around me slowly fades into a distant ring, blaring into my ears in the loudest, yet quietest fuzz.
"Flores?—Isadora?"
I think he says my name? This all begins to feel like a figment of my imagination, Suddenly the pain is gone. The world is a blur, and It's quiet, Peacefully quiet. So quiet I could fall asleep and never wake up—
My breathing picks up, into a unsteady rhythm. I try to grip onto his shoulders harder, dig my nails deeper. Grasp onto something, Anything.
