CALISTA'S P. O. V
Crack.
The sound echoed around the room, louder than my beating heart.
Hope spread its wings inside me, giving me a sudden surge of strength.
I hit the wall again, recoiling back slightly, but the impact left a dent. My heart hanged in my throat.
“Please. Please. Please." I begged, I didn't know who or what exactly I was begging, only that the plea couldn't stop slipping out of my mouth.
“Please,” I whispered, my eyes were hazy, and pain shot from my hand up to my shoulder with every swing. “Just break.”
I swung again, harder. The crack of wood on the wall echoed through the room. Dust fell, and I shielded my eyes with my hand. When the dirt settled, I looked closer at the wall, and a flake of plaster had fallen away.
Plaster. It wasn't solid after all
“Oh God,
