Resilience x Bellamy Blake

One

When I was fifteen I got locked up in the skybox on the ark for a crime I committed. I was put in solitary due to my crime being a big one. It's nothing I'm proud of and I have to live with it everyday.

On the Ark when you are under the age of eighteen you get put in the sky box and and on your eighth birthday you get a chance for a trial to see if the council will pardon your crime. If they don't pardon your crime you will be floated which is when you get ejected into space to die.If you're over the age of eighteen when you commit the crime you will automatically be floated on the spot of the crime being commited.

Though in my case it is very unlikely that I get pardoned. Even though my mom is on the council I doubt she would even vote for me to live, at least not after what I did.

I have about four months till my eighteenth birthday. Though it is pretty hard to keep track of time in here when your alone and barely have any socialization and only have your thoughts to keep you sane to not go crazy. You can do some pretty weird things when you're alone in a small room everyday for over a year, honestly I'm surprised I haven't gone crazy. Well not that crazy at least. If I'm being honest I've had a few conversations with myself and swore I saw someone in the corner of the room every now and then and even sometimes hear faint voices but Its all in my head so I guess that's just part of being confined in solitaire. The only social encounters I've had the whole time I've been in here is by the guards, the doctor for checkups, and my best friend Logan. Also the one time my mom visited me, but that visit didn't end well. When I first got in here I was gave a notebook and pencils given to me by my best friend Logan. I use those to draw and keep tally marks for each day to tell how long I've been in here.

To keep my self sane I draw almost every day. I get new supplies every once in a while. That is when Logan visits me once every three months. In solitaire you can only get one visit every three months but it has to get approved by the chancellor first. But lucky for me the chancellor Jaha is like my second father so he always approves the visits.

I get up from my spot on the floor where I had been seated looking up at the sky light looking out at the stars and make my way over to my bed, if that's what you could even call it. It's hard and very thin and you are only given one blanket so it's very uncomfortable. I lay on my small bed and look up at the ceiling.

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I had woken up to a knock on my cell door. I hadn't even released I had fallen asleep. Before I even had the chance to get up off the bed the door swings open and in comes three guards. One of them walking over to me and grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me to my feet. As a stumble to my feet I walk over to the wall that he directed me to stand against. As I'm standing there I look behind the guard to the open door way and across the way I see many other delinquents being forced out of their cells.

"What is happening" I ask the guard who has a hold of me. He just looks at me with a pity look that kind of said I'm sorry or I know what you did, but says nothing but then suddenly it clicked. They were going to kill me. It doesn't make sense because I am still only seventeen. My birthday isn't for another four months.

"What are you doing, I don't turn eighteen for another four months. This must be a mistake!" I practically yell as I fight against the hold of the man holding my wrist only making his grip tighten.

"You need to calm down, it will be easier if you just stop." He says as he gives one of the other guards a look.

Obviously I don't listen to him and I only fight harder but then one of the other guards comes and grabs me by the shoulder and pull me back against the cold hard wall then grabs my other wrist so I am restrained.

One of the male doctors walk into the room and takes out some sort of a syringe and walks over to me. He's wearing a long white doctor coat and a blue surgical mask on his old wrinkled face.With a cold expression plastered on his face.