Claire's P.O.V
In and out. Slow steady breaths. Feeling the blood. Listen to my heart. Feel and hear the pumping of the pulse. Set it free.
"Listen to my heartbeat, feel the blood running through my veins," I repeated Cade's words to myself and tried over and over again. But no matter how hard I tried, that blue glow wasn't appearing anymore because I couldn't concentrate.
I threw my hands through my hair roughly and sighed aggressively causing the bun to fall and my hair to cascade down my back.
Ringing.
My ears started ringing. Loudly. Chattering. Pencil and pens tapping unceremoniously on desks. People talking. Chalk scraping on the board. Bubbles popping.
Those were the thing I could hear. The things I didn't need to hear. I needed to hear my pulse. I needed to hear my blood flowing through my body.
But I didn't.
Those distant sounds got louder by the second. The people's conversations were getting clearer. The pencil tapping was getting ravenous and the sound of nails scraping on a chalkboard caused goosebumps to slither up my body.
My knees made contact with the yoga mat and I brought my hands up to my ears trying my best to stop the noises. My breathing was hard and uneven. I couldn't focus and the noises were causing a migraine.
I lowered my head to the floor. My hair fell around me and I hoped desperately that the noises were soon to end. However, my hopes were to no use.
Scratching.
Chattering.
Pencil tapping.
Laughing.
Scraping.
"Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.." My chants were coming over shaky. The pain of the migraine not going away.
I clasped my head tighter and the sounds became louder. My eyes squeezed closed. It wasn't long before my body gave up.
***
Blue.
My surroundings were blue. I was floating in something that was blue and I couldn't tell what it was. If I were to assume, I would say I was floating in the air. How ironic of it to be blue.
It felt like the air and I breathed it like air. I looked around only to realised that my hair, too, was floating. The noises were gone and I knew for sure that I wasn't still in that room Cade left me in.
As comforting as it was for me to not be hearing the aggressive noises and the deathly migraine, I was still a bit scared because I wasn't sure of my location. To top it off, the temperature was very low and at the same time, it didn't bother me.
It felt like I was in a blast chiller. A blast chiller whose temperature didn't have an effect on me. Almost like it was first nature for me. Like I was born into the snowstorms. Like I was meant to be in the cold.
I allowed my body to curl into a ball in the blue air. Head on my knees and hands wrapped around them. Eyes closed. And then I felt like I was being pulled away. Away from nature and to where I collapsed.
***
The moment I opened my eyes I was shocked. The entire room was as cold as the blue air. Only this time it wasn't air. It was ice.
Ice that started to ascend onwards in the building from where my hand met the ground. I furrowed my brows in confusion and lifted my body from the ground. Looking around I could see everything covered in ice. The mirror. The yoga mat. The door. Everything.
I stood and watched as the ice escaped through the space below the door and to the halls.
Terrified, I rushed forward. I turned the doorknob but it wasn't budging.
"The ice must've stuck it," I came to a conclusion. I banged on the door, but it turned out that wasn't it good idea. I could hear the ice spread faster. And the layers of ice in the room doubled.
"Cade!"It was the first thing that came to mind. Scream for him. Desperately hoping he could hear me from however far away he was. I kept on banging on the door. My breath came out strangled and heavy.
"Cade, please!"The desperation of my voice was obvious. The horror and fright this tragedy caused. It was all released, in one last scream before I blacked out again.
"Cade!"
***
Late. I know.
School recently started again. Unfortunately.
Got a surprise P.O.V next chapter.
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