The 100, How I Ended Up On Earth

Chapter 18

Haiden's POV
(Seven Months Five Days)

I closed my eyes as I leaned back in my chair at the table. It was too quiet in this house now.

I was completely alone.

The only one I had was Bellamy and even then when we were off duty he was trying to figure out what was happening with his little sister or was trying to sleep after long days of training exercises.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as I closed my eyes. I listened to all the noises around me, the bumping of air through ventilation systems, fans, systems running. There was no human interaction. No human noise, emotion, feeling. All of it was fake, artificial.

Hair fell back in front of my face as I looked around. Bellamy was right, it had been almost a month and I needed a haircut more than ever.

I stood from the table, pushing out my chair and walking over to the small clock next to the door.

I had more than enough time.

I walked back into our, my, small kitchen area and gingery placed my chair back against the table before heading out the door.

I walked down the halls, some people in walden looked at me in fear, others smiled sympathetically at me.

Everyone knew my mother had passed. Some thought id abuse my coming guard position, others knew I'd do what my mother wanted.

I don't even know what my mother wanted or what my father wanted from me.

I only had myself to listen to.

And Angel. The back of my mind thought.

Inwardly I groaned as I walked along. I didn't want to think about what had happened a couple days ago. I didn't want to think of the look of pure horror and hurt etched permanently on her face or all those awful things that I had said to her.

And yet I raveled in it. It was her fault, there was no one else to blame.

The illness my mind chided. The illness is what made your mother weak and in pain, Angel only spoke to her, tried to keep her calm and let her know that in a way you'd be okay.

Frustrated, I pressed my teeth together. I wanted so bad to grind them together but it wouldn't be good in the long run.

I let out an aggravated huff.

Without my last living parent I wouldn't be okay, I would never be okay. I was Sixteen years old for fucks sake and yet I was alone.

Dr. Griffen put in the record that I could live alone and fend for myself but that didn't make it any easier. Just because I didn't have to live with another family and pretend everything was okay didn't make life more worth while.

I was completely alone in the world and no one understands me.

Angel did. My mind went on. She probably has lost someone too.

I shook my head, ignoring the though as I went along.

And she was always there for you. She protected you, made you feel calm, happy.