She's Mine

Chapter 25

Ik the story is probably kinda boring so far, since all its been is just lua suffering, but jus be patient w me. i'll get to the good bits sooonn

Lua POV:

My mind was whirling with what I had said hours before, as I got changed to got up from my bed and padded down to get ready for training. My muscles were still aching and burning from what had happened, but I would not miss a night of doing something that could put a stop to all this. 

I tested for my magic again, but felt it weak and hardly there, and again the vacancy set my blood boiling in anger, but even that anger took energy from me. And I suddenly felt tired, as my mind flashed to that dark cold room, with torture devices hung like decorations on the wall. Without my magic, I felt vulnerable, more prone to their beatings. 

And for the first time in a very long time, I felt a flicker of fear. I couldn't defend myself as well as before, and I was scared of what that meant. 

I clenched my jaw, as the weight on my shoulders become heavier, pushing my body down with it. But I had to try, I had to try and fight. So I opened my wardrobe, my limbs feeling like lead as the seconds went by. My mind flashed back to the room, the pain that coursed through my body. 

The blood, the agony, that psychotic smile, the silence, the numbness, the cold, the darkness. 

It was getting harder to move, as my breathing faltered at the mere thought of that place. And I hated it. I hated what was happening to me, I couldn't even do anything, without feeling like my chest was gaping open. My head felt like it was underwater, as all I could think about was that god damned room, and the pain.  

I shuddered violently, my knees buckling as I collapsed onto the floor. My body felt like it was burning like I was being hit with that weapon all over again. 

I hated myself, I hated myself for being so weak. It had only been a day in there, and I was already like this. 

So pathetic. 

My eyes burned, as I stared at the ground, as I tried to breathe evenly. It felt like my life has been nothing but shit ever since my family had died. Every day was a task of getting up and trying to fight back, trying to be cunning and smart and outmanoeuvring the king and queen. 

But it was so much work, so much pain that came with it and I couldn't. 

I couldn't handle it anymore. 

A silence washed through me, as tears leaked out of my eyes and I realised what I had thought. 

The sentence I had been trying so hard to keep at bay, so I could continue to try and fight. 

A month. It had been a bloody month and I was already starting to give up. Even after that extravagant speech, I gave to Lykos and Emily, I was already giving up. 

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. 

I hurled insults to myself like they were stones, closing my eyes at the radiating pain. 

The room flashed again, bright and blinding. 

And I hung on to the fraying rope, my fire flickering again until it was bearly a flame, but it did not go out. 

X

I woke up on the hardwood floor, my muscles stiff and cold. I groaned as I pushed myself up, looking out the window. The sun hadn't even risen yet, the moon still high in the sky and in that second of silence and being soaked in the moonlight, my mind wandered to a pair of golden eyes.