𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓// 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐘 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏𝟎𝟎

001, 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀-𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋, spread out like a starfish. She still had half a year left at most before she was floated, 6 months of staring at the extremely
underwhelming, white walls of her cell. So far, she had only spent 3 weeks inside the skybox and she hated almost everything about it, the lumpy mattress, rock-hard pillow, the fact that she didn't even have a window to watch the moon rise.

The only thing that kept her from going insane was the boy in the cell next to hers, he claimed that his name was John Murphy. About a week ago, they discovered that if they shouted loud enough, they could hear each other. They found out when Clara overheard him threating some guard and banging on the walls, she shouted over to him, and they talked to each other ever since, even if they couldn't see each other's faces.

"Murphy? Are you awake?" Clara called, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear.

The sound of her voice brought a smile too his face, after being locked up for 2 years, talking to her was like an escape from everything, the closest to freedom he could get. Every day, he would wait for her to call his name, he was too nervous to shout for hers, scared that she wouldn't reply and think that he was being desperate or something.

"No, I'm still sleeping," he joked sarcastically.

Rolling her eyes, she shouted back, "Is it your turn or my turn to ask the question today?"

A few days ago, they both agreed to ask a daily question to get to know more about who they were talking too, but neither of them were the best at thinking of questions, so they didn't know too much about the other, they only knew simple things like how old they were, what station they were from and what they got locked up for.

"Yours, Bells," Yesterday, she had told him how much she had hated her double barrel name, and how much she hated people choosing to call her Bella instead of Clara, John saw this as a perfect opportunity to tease her.

"It's Clara, not Bells, not Bella, just Clara! I told you this yesterday, dumbass," she scoffed, trying to make as if the name didn't make her go feral because she thought it was adorable.

"I know, Bells," she could basically hear him smirking, "just ask the question,"

"Wait I haven't even thought of one-"

"Just say the first thing that comes to mind," he said impatiently, wanting to know more about this girl.

"I - uhhhhh how tall are you? Do y'know?" she stammered.

"Really? That was the best you could think of?"

"You put me on the spot! I'd like to see you come up with a better question in the 2 seconds u gave me," she protested.

"Okay.... When they locked me up, they told me I was 5'9, but I think I've probably grown a bit since." He paused for a moment before asking, "What about you?"

"3-ish weeks ago, they told me that I'm 5'4 AND a half!" she said, emphasising the 'and'.

Murphy let out a sigh of relief— thank God he was taller than her.

"5'4 and a half? You sound like you'd be taller than that."

"Is that a good or bad thing?"

"Whatever you think,"

Before she could answer, 2 guards stormed into her room, without a word and grabbed her right wrist.

"Prisoner 421, face the wall." not even having a moment to process what she was just told, she was forced into a standing position and pinned harshly against the cold wall.

"Hey, get off of me- ow!" A metal bracelet had been pierced through her skin. She struggled in the guard's grip, thrashing about, trying to get out of his hold.

She was swiftly escorted out of her cell, when her dad - Marcus Kane - came rushing towards her. She and her father were not currently on the best terms due to many reasons (mostly because he floated her mother and had she had just found out about it) but she knew that she couldn't be floated yet, she wasn't of age.

"Dad! Tell them I'm only 16! I haven't even had my hearing!" She begged.

"They're sending you and 99 other prisoners to Earth. You're gonna be okay, sweetie." he reassured her, it wasn't very reassuring to find out that you're being sent to your possible death on a planet that had been destroyed by a nuclear war 97 years ago.

"What? You're sending us on a suicide mission!" she cried.

Before she could get a reply, she felt something stab her in the shoulder and she felt slightly dizzy.

"Dad?" She collapsed into his arms, her vision blurring, she tried to fight whatever was injected into her body, but it was no use because she soon passed out completely.

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𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ☆

so so so so so sorry that this is really short future chapters will be longer!!!

they're already so cute

please tell me if there's any mistakes or improvements i could make!!

hope u have the best day/ night 💓💓