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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My first instinct is to lift my leg out of the water and hang it on the edge of the tub. My second instinct is to look at the audience awaiting at the door, with worried expression displayed on their faces.
My eyes focus on the multiple faces of boys, and I sink further into the cold water, feeling my heart race faster and faster and my breath gasp and heave for air.
Doctor Nora is the first to rush over, I didn't even realize she was in the room because my eyes were almost immediately drawn to the emerald pair, staring directly into my soul. His chest was moving faster than mine was.
The women with the white colored hair—Kimberly is right behind Nora, peeping over the tub. Dragging my attention back to my leg, And the icy cold burning sensation.
My hand reached out to touch it, I don't know why but it does. though I think My brain needs something physically real to tell me I'm not dreaming.
Cause it sure as hell feels like A dream, a very-very painful dream. One I wish I would've woken up from ages ago.
My fingers barely skim the regenerating skin and I can't help but wince at the outburst of even more pain. Water drips down my cheek, I don't know if that's a tear, or maybe from where I was taking a bath.
"Remarkable." Kimberly utters, in complete disbelief. And I don't know this feeling but I think I want to strangle her.
Doctor Nora looks back with a glare set on her face, One that manages to shut Kimberly up before I do strangle her.
"Everyone out." She demands. And when not a single person moves a muscle, she Looks back with the sternest face.
"Did I stutter? Now!" She barks, Causing everyone to disperse like an avalanche.
I think that it's me. I think I want to strangle myself.
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Inhale, hold, exhale.. It's that simple. Breathing. All I have to do is inhale, hold, exhale. But it doesn't feel that simple.
It feels like I am suffocating in my own body.
I can't breathe.
Like I'm drowning in an ocean of lies.
I can't breathe.
Like I'm stuck in a blank room, with secrets taunting me from every corner.
I can't breathe.
I. can't. Breathe.
My hands tug on my hair, My chest gets tighter and tighter. And I gasp for air, threshing around on the flimsy mattress, Begging for oxygen to reach my lungs.
