madeline kane is a criminal. she and her best friends, finn and raven, attempted an illegal spacewalk and used up three months worth of oxygen on the space station known as the ark.
madeline was locked away by her father--the same man who had ended...
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A/N: hope you guys all loved bellamy's entire chapter pov...cause now we're back to maddie
MADELINE's POV: i woke up on the dropship in a sleeping bag, unsure of how i had gotten there. i remembered bellamy, throwing his jacket, the food he had given me, our hug, octavia walking in, running away, and then lying down in the cool grass somewhere. someone must have moved me.
moans and cries filled the space around me. a few others also wrapped in blankets and cocooned in sleeping bags protested, obviously annoyed to be woken up in the middle of the night.
"can he just die already!?" miller asked harper. he was obviously referring to jasper, who was causing the commotion. i rolled my eyes, throwing my blanket off of me and heading towards the ladder that led to the second level.
i pulled my self up step by step, and pounded on the round circular door until clarke threw it open, letting me inside.
"his pulse is 380," she told me as way of greeting. i noticed that monty was also here, refusing to leave his best friend's side. even when he should be asleep.
more people shouted different obscenities from below, their voices echoing through the open hatch. monty slammed it closed.
"don't listen to them, you're going to make it through this," clarke soothed, reaching for a jug of water. it was empty, only a hollow pit of darkness at the bottom. "madeline, can you go get some more from outside?"
i nodded, wanting nothing more than to stay inside the safety of the dropship, but figured if it was going to help jasper, i'd have to do it.
i descended the ladder once again, tiptoed past the half-asleep people on the ground, and left the ship through the open door.
the night was eerily quiet, the fire crackling the only sound to be heard. after gathering the water up and turning to head back inside, a child's scream echoed through the air.
i whipped around, scanning the surrounding area, until a figure up against a tree was suddenly visible. i walked towards the child, who was obviously a young girl with french braids, and sat down next to her. she was curled up, asleep and squirming on top of a thin blanket.
"hey, hey, hey, it's okay," i whispered, putting an arm around her back. "it was only a bad dream."
she quieted almost immediately and sat up, staring at me. she looked panicked and tired.
"you're charlotte, right?" i asked. i distinctly remembered clarke talking about a girl only being ten years old, and tried to focus in on the conversation.
"it's okay. you don't have to be embarrassed. everyone has bad dreams...do you want to talk about it?"
she looked down at her feet and wrapped her arms around her knees. "it's my parents," she admitted suddenly. "they were floated, and i see it in my dreams, and i—"
