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Chapter 5

Trista was in and out. Out and in. The world didn't make sense. Nothing and everything made sense all at the same time. But Trista couldn't get rid of the o ne question running through her head.

Who was she?

She knew her name was Trista. But that was all she knew. Was she a she? Or a he? What even was a he?

Trista coughed, breaking her out of her haze.

''I'm Trista. The Hydrokinetic. A girl. Trista Logner, who had just been kidnapped by her own parent. Or is mom involved to?''

She honestly didn't want to know.

Her attempt to open her eyes failed.

so she tried.

And tried

and tried.

it took a long time. But she finally did it.

she never thought she would celebrate over such a little feat.

but she did.

But as soon as she opened them, her eyes hurt so much. They felt like they were being ripped off.

Trista kept them open.

The room she was in was a damo, dreary cell. Chains covered her hands, wrists, and feet. A gag was covering her mouth.

and she had a circlet around her head. It hurt. And she couldn't even use Hydrokinesis to keep herself entertained.

something was blocking it.

Something like a Telepthy restric tor.t

but her telepathy worked.

she checked. She could hear thoughts of one person who admittedly sounded like her dad.

It took all her energy to check.if her telepathy still worked.

Slowly, she let the sleep take.her away.