Numb. That's all I felt as I stared up at my window from the floor, watching at the stars and the earth. I hadn't moved since last night when I practically forced in a straight jacket, orders by my father. Why? Because I was trying to harm myself. Again. Something about having a chance to live when I get reviewed. His words not mine.
I don't know how long I've been laying in my thoughts before the door to my cell opens. I slowly sit myself up, struggling and stare at the two guards. One has a black box in his hands before setting it down on the counter. "Time already?" My voice comes out raspy after my screams last night. Still having 1 week left, I just want to get this over with.
One comes up to me before unlocking me from the straightjacket. "Prisoner 2-9-9, face the wall." I turn around and then something pierced my wrist. I raised my hand and look at the metal wristband. My questions in my head. They start pushing me out of my cell and I follow. I quickly grab my jacket and slip it on before walking out the door. The loud screaming and yelling makes me look up and I see that every teen in the skybox is being forced out of their cells.
I stop in my tracks as I look around. For the first time in months, fear courses through my veins. Are they going to float all of us? I try to run, kicking one guard before punching the others. I get probably 20 feet away before strong arms grab me from around the corner. I try to get free but the familiar voice makes me stop.
"Rowan, stop. It's okay." I quick turn around, taking in my dad's face before hugging him, making him stumble before he wraps his arms around my body. "Dad, whats going?" I whisper as I tighten my arms around him. "You're being sent to the ground, all 100 of you." Stunned, I push away and look at him in shock. "What? Why? The ground isn't survivable for another 100 years."
"They was a change of plans. The council decided a few weeks ago that the 100 of you are going to be sent down to see if its survivable. The wristbands track your vitals. Because of your crimes, they are risking all of you."
I try to understand everything but I can't get it around my head. Before I can say anything, a needle is injected into my neck. I start to get really tired. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. There was nothing I could do. I love you, please stay alive. I'm begging you."
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Keep Fighting || The 100
FanfictionRowan Kane was kept in solitary for revenge since 16. Now 17 almost 18, she is sent to the ground as part of The 100 to survive. But what if she doesn't want to? Losing the will to live more than a year ago, will she want to live in the new world th...
