Lost in My Mind (The 100)

02 || Lincoln (REWRITTEN)

One Year Ago (minus a day):

A deafening scream bounced off the clay walls of the cell, piercing enough to cause an ache to the Grounders' eardrums that stood within the vicinity. Fresh blood dripped from the blade of the handmade knife to the floor as the weapon sliced through the girl's skin for the fourth time.

Her knees shook beneath her, weakened from pain and exhaustion. She struggled to stand on her own after roughly an hour of torture. She quickly learned in the beginning the Grounders hated any sign of weakness when she fell to her knees and received kicks to the stomach until she returned to her feet.

She helplessly leaned against the wall to prevent herself from collapsing while she kept her eyes locked on the second in command, too scared to glimpse down at her own body and become more aware of the new cuts along her skin. The teenager silently questioned how much her body could handle before her previous wounds and the new ones became too much.

Crescent shaped cuts etched into her palms from her nails dug into her skin as a way to release the added pain she experienced. All of of her wounds combined together until she was unable to know which injury hurt the most.

The chains around her wrists clanged together. The sound of her cries echoed throughout the cell, resembling claps of thunder from the volume.

The second in command grew irritated by the lack of answer and strode forward. She grabbed her own knife from her waist before she pressed the cool metal against the girl's throat without breaking the skin. The girl desperately tilted her head back against the wall in attempt to free herself from the blade's touch.

"No, no," the girl pleaded, hysterically. "Please just let me go! I don't know anything, I swear!"

"Lies!" Lexa hissed in her face. "Where did you come from?"

"I told you everything I know!" She yelled back at the leader. "All I know is I woke up in the forest with no recollection of anything. Please, you have to believe me!"

Lexa growled in frustration. She took a step back from the sobbing girl before she removed the blade from her neck and sliced into the girl's upper arm. The girl screamed in pure agony when the knife returned to her skin and blood oozed out of the fresh cut. She tried to inhale deeply, despite her inability to stop crying.

The tears overflowed faster from her eyes at the realization the Grounders would never believe her truth. They believed she spewed lies of not remembering anything in order to protect her people— even if she was unsure if she even had 'people' to protect.

The bloody knife twirled between Lexa's fingers, expertly. Her lips curled in disgust as she watched the teenager struggle to remain standing.

The girl's head drooped down from the pain radiating throughout her pain as exhaustion sat heavily upon her shoulder. She languidly blinked a few times when her vision blurred from the tears and weakness settled within her muscles. Her eyes accidentally drifted over the two inch slice in her arm with a stream of red blood covered the majority of her forearm before it dripped to the floor by her black boots.

She bit down on her bottom lip to refrain from crying out loud anymore, fearful the Grounders would torture her longer than they did yesterday. The girl didn't understand what she did to deserve such hatred from people she knew nothing about.

The Grounders claimed she had fallen from the sky, which only confused her more.

How could someone be sent from the sky? She pondered.

A sharp blow to the girl's cheek forced her out of her mind and back to the hellish reality she found herself in. She sucked in a deep breath through parted lips when she realized Lexa backhanded her.