Octavia sat down quietly, and she couldn't stop her flash backs from flooding in.
She sat in her call with Clarke, and then a guard opened the door saying.
"Prisoners please face the wall."
They did as they were told, turned there backs to to guard and stared at the wall.
"Octavia Blake." He paused for a short second. "I am here to relieve you of some information. You mother is dead, she was floated yesterday." Quickly the guard closed the door once again.
"Oh my God." Octavia muttered as she felt tear stream down her face. "Oh my God."
Clarke, who she barely knew at the time, walked over and gently pulled her into a hug.
"It's all my fault." Octavia said in tears. "If I wasn't born, my mother wouldn't be dead."
"Hey. Don't blame yourself." Clarke stroked Octavia hair. "You couldn't control being born, you couldn't control the punishment, you aren't responsible for any of this."
Octavia felt tears come to her eyes at the thought of her mother. She had lost everyone, everyone that was important to her. Bellamy, Clarke, and her mom all dead, and she was left all alone, or at at least that's what she thought.
Author's Note: I hope you guys like the flashbacks, let me know if you do or don't.
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