Isabella is on Fire, part two

“Please.” He chokes out in a tiny voice, and as if nothing satisfies her, the room only gets darker and darker, and scarier and scarier. Her eyes have turned a cold, solid, shiny plastic black and her hair has gone rigid.
“S-sorry?” It is a question coming from his horrified face.
“Yes Edwin, you are very, very sorry.” Her voice deepens and Edwin sees her muscles tighten, and he takes a timid step back in fear.
“Isabella… please. I beg you. I am sorry. Please forgive me.” Edwin can tell from her illuminating energy that he said something very wrong.
“FORGIVE YOU?!” she shrieks, “FORGIVE?!… YOU?!” Every muscle in Edwin’s body is screaming, begging, pleading to run. Get out of that tiny little room that seemed to be getting smaller and suffocating him more and more each second.
“I TRUSTED YOU EDWIN! YOU KILLED MY FISH! YOU DID! YOU REALLY, REALLY DID!” hearing it come out of Isabella’s mouth makes it seem silly, and Edwin, gaining confidence by the second, sustains a grin.
“Isabella, hear me out. I can save it!” Edwin is taming her, her mean energy fading, and some color comes back into her cheeks.
“But… but… it’s…. she’s… She’s dead.” Isabella sighs, Her fists unclenching and her eyes turning into a soft, sad powder blue color. Edwin feels it’s ok to approach her, and he puts his still shaking arm gently around her shoulder.
“But I can bring her back.” He whispers into her ear. She gasps and her eyes widen with shock and confusion.
To be continued...