Fire Starter ♔ Bellamy Blake [1]

02| EARTH

F I R E S T A R T E R|

I ' V E N E V E R B E E N

the smartest person in the room. I've never been the strongest, or the funniest, or the most talented. I've also never been the most dangerous, Or chaotic, not even damaged. But it's hard to believe your own judgement when that's all you hear. A million people voicing the wrong idea has the power to overcome one.

Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?

Does calling me a criminal enough times destine me to becoming a criminal?

I sometimes wonder if I'm sentenced to a life of disconsolate because of others, and when I woke up to all eyes on me the dreadful nightmare was feeling more like reality. The amount of fear weighing down the room was enough to suffocate a good heart. I could sense the unnerving tone as it was a brutal stab in the back. Nerves were ticking, minds were racking, bodies were trembling...

Was it because of me?

My head lolled left and right, reminiscing the large crick in my neck, the throbbing pain in my wrist, and disturbing mixture of BO and metallic penetrating my nostrils til they grew numb. I was tangled up in my thoughts until a starchy fabric rubbed against my lips.

Now I'm not one to complain about every little thing but I can't say I appreciate the muzzle tied around my head.

There wasn't much to the scenery rather than metal, dim orange lights slowly burning my retinas, and fifty other people my age strapped to chairs by the safety harnesses covering their chests. "Are you kidding me?" I croaked beneath my breath which was followed by a hefty cough that caught the attention of half the prisoners here.

"Oh look, sleeping beauty has finally aroused from her slumber."

I tugged to wipe any trace of drowsiness from my face but instead came to realize my arms are useless. Cuffed by the wrist to a metal bar, there was only four-maybe five- inches of space between the object and me thanks to a whimsy chain. Not long enough to stop me from being suspended in the air where my feet can't do as much as touch the floor however.

I thrashed around, the sound of the restraints clanking and twisting was making a fuss. Teens were either growing annoyed to the noise or frightened by my Ill temper. My knuckles turned white as I clutched to the chains. My legs pumped themselves back and forth, gaining more height with each thrust.

"Hey! Whatever it is your doing, you should stop." I gave the voice my attention for less then a second. It came from a blonde headed girl and she wore a face of terror like it was a new dress.