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☠︎︎"Trust me, when that bad boy heals it's going to look so sexy."☠︎︎
THE HAMMERING SOUND OF Isabell's heartbeat bellowed through her ears. Her face, once full of light, now seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unshed tears. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, glistened like glass, suspended between shock and disbelief. A subtle tremor traced her lips as if they fought to form words that never came. Her breath, shallow and uneven, echoed the silent storm brewing inside her chest. She stood frozen, fingers curling tightly into her palms, knuckles pale against the softness of her skin. The world around her seemed to blur, fading into a distant hum, while her gaze remained locked in an invisible abyss, as though she had been pulled far away from everything that once felt real.
She walked slowly, as if the ground beneath her feet had turned to water, each step heavy with the weight of her heart. Her wide, glassy eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing, while the soft murmur of whispers swirled around her like distant echoes. People glanced at her, their hushed words rippling through the woods, but she moved as she always did, alone, deaf to the world's curiosity. Her lips trembled, a silent battle between composure and collapse, yet she pressed on. Fingers curled tightly into her palms, knuckles pale against her skin, she ignored them all—every gaze, every breath—as she made her way toward the infirmary, where only silence awaited.
Izzy waited as the healers moved back and forth inside the infirmary, ignoring her just like the rest of the camp. She was used to being treated like a ghost, but today, she wasn't going to take it. The next Apollo camper's attempt of trying to ignore her failed as Isabell swiftly grabbed hold of the poor boy's wrist tightly and desperately.
"Where is he?" Her voice was stern as she tried to compose herself. Though deep inside she was afraid like she had never been before, she had been in endless situations that frightened her like the time she was seconds away from death, but nothing could compare to right now.
"He doesn't want visitors." The boy flinched trying not to make eye contact with her he believed the rumours that Isabell was a soul-sucking demon.
"I didn't ask." Izzy scowled at him, "I'll ask again. Where is he?" She hissed her voice raising, but he didn't budge.
"I already told you, he doesn't want visitors." The Apollo boy took a deep breath a grew a little confident, he raised his head and tried to walk away again.
Izzy swiftly grabbed a hold of his wrist again and turned him around, her nostrils where flared and she dug her nails into his soft skin, "Tell me where he is or you'll be in the underworld with the snap of my fingers." the boy let out a frightened squeal as she raised her fingers in front of his face, he urgently pointed to a closed curtain and ran off once she let go.
