"Nothing has happened yet—And I've been doing this for ten minutes." I state, frustration laces my tone, And I immediately regret it and don't hesitate to apologize under my breath on instinct.
Although she seems quite annoyed herself. "Isadora, I'm beginning to feel like the entirety of your ability not responding, is due to you having no faith in yourself. Nor me, Whatsoever." She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
I adjust myself uncomfortably. "That's not true, I have complete faith in you!" When I don't have the thought of strangling you. I don't tell her that thought.
She cocks a brow, and hardens me with a look that tells me she doesn't believe a word out of my mouth. "Really?" A lump forges itself in my throat and I nod.
She shakes her head, a small unamused smile cracking her lips. "Then do it again, But focus on what I'm telling you to do." Her tone hardens. I jump back into position immediately.
"Close your eyes." She orders. I take a deep breath and force my lids shut. I don't know what closing my eyes will do for me, but if she insists then so be it.
"Isadora Flores. YOU have the power of aquakinesis, Power is surging through YOUR veins at this very moment, waiting to be unleashed." My ears focus on her words, her tone of voice. And the darkness behind my closed eyes.
"YOU have the power to bend water to your own will."
"YOU control your ability, It does NOT control you."
"Focus on what you want to do with that power, Isadora."
Suddenly my ears cling onto the sound of water dripping. Small waves of water crashing against the wooden walls. Its so vague but so potent at the same time, I could describe it to a tee. My own heartbeat mixes into the sound of water, and I hear when my heartbeat jumps.
I try my best to remain calm, by taking deeper breaths and clearing my mind over and over again. Suddenly my skin is burning as if I'm on fire. But my body feels like I'm being frozen alive.
Like an Icy cold burn is overtaking my body, And I'm getting frostbitten, but from with-in. It starts with a small tingle in the tips of my fingers, and eventually it leads to the pit of my stomach. It feels like I've just drank iced cold water too fast without taking a break. And eventually fear settles in with it.
My eyes jump open, and flicker in every direction while my arms reach to hug myself to gather warmth. But my body doesn't feel cold at all. It feels hot, feverish almost. I ignore the way my chest heaves, and push back every negative thought into the back of my mind, and turn to look at a very concerned Kimberly.
"Nothing." I sigh. Was that really nothing Isadora?
Disappointment flashes over Kimberly's expression with a heavy sigh, and a stroke on her forehead from the back of her hand. "I just don't understand—" She pauses mid sentence, Curses under her breath.
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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)
Fantasy𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 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...