"Oh my God, I don't know if I'm going to have any patience left when I'm done with you." Kimberly paces, hand on her forehead while she spews very encouraging things.
I mutter hurtful words I wish I could say out loud to her face—But I don't and settle on pacifist Isadora today.
"Way to keep encouraging her." Nora says sarcastically.
I am kneeled in front of the same wooden tub full water I've spent majority of my time here at. At the same green grassy courtyard. Under the same blaring sun that hasn't given us a rest during the day, in days.
Sweat beads my skin. The air feels too hot and too suffocating. And I feel like crying in pure disappointment because nothing is working out for me. Life isn't fair.
Suck it up Isadora.
"Obviously, This strategy you've been doing isn't working." Nora says. "And we need a new one that will make more progress than having her sit in front of a bucket of water." Her eyes narrow on Kimberly.
Kimberly cowers under Nora's glare. I find it funny when Nora shows how much control she has over Kimberly, I've never seen Kimberly be in the slightest bit intimidated by anyone except for her lovely wife.
Nora sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I seriously don't know why you thought that would be the best way to trigger it—" Her eyes widen, and she freezes mid sentence. As if she's having a reaction to some kind of news. Like her grandma died or something—
"Trigger it." She mutters. Her expression morphs into something like realization? I don't know but for some reason it gives me the slightest amount of hope.
"We just have to trigger it."
"Please, fill us in Nora, not everyone works in your brain." Kimberly crosses her arms against her chest, rolling her eyes in pure annoyance. Her shoulders tense and her tone hard.
Nora narrows her eyes to a glare, directed toward Kimberly. Suddenly I feel like I'm interrupting and am about to witness the stupidest argument brew; I would leave, except for the fact This entire thing is sort've about me—And if they start arguing I want to watch and see who wins.
I silently place my bets on Nora.
"We just have to trigger her ability." Nora says, blankly staring at Kimberly. "And we've done it before—well it was an accident but that's besides the point."
I glance at Kimberly and it seems to click in her head too; And her face morphs to one similar of Nora's from earlier.
I furrow my brows. Why didn't it click in my head yet too?
"When she was wounded!" Kimberly says it like it's an announcement, and It is for me because finally it clicks in my head. When my leg was burned, and my skin scarred. As soon as the water fully enveloped my leg, the skin started regenerating.
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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...