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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"How was she?" Kimberly asks, a sharp edge to her already firm tone.
I reach and rub my heavy eyes with the back of my hand, they stung with the exhaustion I was desperately trying to fight off. "I don't know?"
Kimberly draws back, she squints her eyes at me and I catch the hint of annoyance in her expression. "What do you mean you don't know? She's in your group, you're supposed to be monitoring her." She snaps her head in the direction of Celina. "You both are."
I shrug, slumping into my chair. "Kim, we've been with her for two days, I really don't know what you expect us to say." Celina quipped, aggressive annoyance taking to her tone. "And I don't understand why you always want to meet with us right before bed, I'm fucking tired!"
Kimberly narrows her eyes on Celina. "Watch your fucking tone. Everybody is goddamn tired, get used to it." She bellows, a dangerous tone in her voice. "Now I need her progress report before tomorrow."
God knows I was used to being tired, I hardly ever slept at night. I hated sleep because I hated being out of control of my body, even if it was for even a minute. I couldn't force my eyes to shut for more than three hours at a time, and even that was pushing it.
I hated the things I saw when I closed my eyes and woke up in a whole different dimension. A reality full of haunting images and memories. Sleeping was a reminder of the torture I tried my best to forget.
It reminded me of the things buried deep in the layers of my skin, and the memories locked away in the back of my brain.
Whoever invented dreaming could go fuck themselves.
I exhale a sharp breath. "She didn't want to spar with Celina, so she didn't." Kimberly interrupted me before I could continue, and It annoyed me because she wanted me to talk but when I did she cut me off almost immediately.
Everyone always fucking did that.
"What do you mean she didn't want to spar, so she didn't?"
I shrugged, exhaling my frustrated breath. "I mean what I say."
Her eyes widened and mouth gaped in disbelief before she threw her arms in the air in frustration. "Why the hell wouldn't you make her spar, why would you just let her not spar?"
I shrugged again. "Her reason wasn't because she was lazy, but because she already knew the outcome of the fight and didn't want to waste her time, or something."
"The outcome would've been her losing, correct?"
Celina scoffs, loud and arrogantly. "Abso-fucking-lutely."
I narrowed my eyes on the two women, annoyance bubbling in my stomach. "Yes, she would've lost, but she also probably would have gotten hurt. The girl hasn't fought anyone, ever."
