𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟏

"It was a mistake"

Pushing the memory to the back of my mind, I focus on the wooden tub filled to the halfway point with perfectly clear water.

Ignoring the excitement bubbling in my stomach; I Focus on the tingly feeling on the tips of my fingers, The adrenaline coursing it's way through my body, and the surge of power soaring in my veins.

I exhale the breath I was holding and guide the power to the tub of water in front of me.

I narrow my eyes at the water. Eyes zoning in on the perfectly clear liquid Following my hands as they lead the water out of the tub, and into the air; before I turn my gaze on the the wooden target with a red dot directly in the middle, and focus the feeling of power there, watching as the water strikes itself into the target with a powerful force.

"It was a mistake"

The familiar emotional feelings strikes me hard, causing my focus to break and the water to fall to the green, recently cut grass, at the same time—A strand of colorful words slip out of my mouth, quiet enough only I can hear.

The one good thing that came with my recent outing was my power channeling. It showed me what feeling I needed to feel to trigger my power.

I wasn't sure at first, but in some of the many showers I took, I tested my theory and it somewhat worked back then, but with Kimberly's help I've somewhat improved—Finally.

The only thing Is I have to feel the emotion I was feeling that day, And that's stopping me from getting over it—He died.

I shudder at memory before turning my attention to the pair of piercing two colored eyes, I almost flinch at the way she's looking at me.

I can't figure out how to please this woman, No matter what I do she always has the same expression on her face when she looks at me.

A slight frown, a permanent glare etched onto her face—Ugh and not to mention the small curl of her nose in disgust. It makes me want to strangle her.

Isadora, You concern me.

You aren't welcome in my brain.

"What was that!" She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was me judging you.

I clear my throat, my hands going to fiddle with themselves behind my back on instinct.

"What was what?" I play the act of oblivion. She cocks a brow, unamused. "That, Was you missing the target for the seventh time in a row."

I can hear the disappointment in the tone of her voice, feel the weight of it on my shoulders. It leaves a bitter feeling in my gut, and the need to change it overwhelms me in a way.

But as usual I stuff the emotion in the tightly packed chest and move on, Because that's the only way I'll survive.

She shakes her head. "What's going on with you? You did it the first time almost perfectly." What's wrong with me? I've asked myself that a billion times Kimberly, please don't remind me.