WONDERING ➭ THE 100

035

WONDERING !
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 THIRTY FIVE・*:·. ⇌ ஜ  .·:*

Millie is no longer confused.

She's no longer sad or lost, she's angry. She has every right to be, and nothing to say about it. For as long as she could remember- and she can't remember that far back, she spent her life yearning for a family that was never hers. She spent her nights dreaming of a life she created in her head and spent her days trying to find it.

And god, Millie was tired of feeling sorry for herself.

This was her life now, this was always her life. And she took everything for granted- she wishes she could hug Lincoln. She wishes she could thank Apollo, just once. She wishes she could apologize to Clarke, the poor girl was only in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And she wishes she could see Bellamy.

Millie was angry.

"Let me out you freaks! I'm not getting any younger in here, and it's starting to smell like barbeque gone wrong!"

   Millie's spent the night showering over and over again, changing her outfits at least six times before she was hardly satisfied. Again. This time, she settled on a pair of light tan cargo pants and a loose black shirt. It was definitely a step up from her mud covered clothing, or the uncomfortable pair of pants she shoved herself into yesterday.

Her fists hammered against the metal door, the resounding thuds an expression of her frustration, each strike leaving dents and marks as tangible evidence of her anger.

"Let me out!"

She wasn't bluffing, the room was beginning to fill with the stench of burning flesh. And Millie typically had a strong stomach, but this, this she was not willing to bare. Last night they had brought in a person whose skin was covered in thick black burns that coated their body, they were so distorted she couldn't even tell if they were a boy or girl.

They also refused to tell her what happened, despite her endless nagging all night long.

"Good morning Millie, you're chipper."

Instead of Dr. Tsing like she was expecting, she found the young man from the day before standing behind her. Millie didn't like the look of him, he had his nose stuck up in the air like he knew something she didn't and would make her beg for it. Millie hated it, the feeling that she was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

Millie was never much for begging.

"I want out." She huffs.

He nods, pursing his lips. "So I heard- actually, I think all out Mount Weather heard you."

She puffs a breath of air, running her hands through her hair. "Good, someone is bound to come and save me- this guy reeks."

He doesn't bother looking at the guy she's talking about, as if he's too good to care. "What do you want, exactly?" He questions, folding his arms over his chest.

Millie finds President Wallace approaching over the man's shoulder, not bothering to mention it. "Didn't you hear? I want to be saved."

"Saved from what?" The President says, catching the young man's attention- he straightens his back.

"This place, I want to go see my. . . friends." The word feels unfamiliar the second it leaves her lips and leaves a stinging sensation on her tongue.