Skyfall ☾Flarke AU [SLOW UPDATES]

2; i walked for miles till i found you

Sunday, 8:23 AM

Cold.

Cold and pain. Those were the two things the blonde girl was thinking about. Her eyes were closed, so she couldn't see anything. But in all honestly, she was scared to open them. Because she remembered what happened too well.

The car crashing into theirs.
The front window crumbling in pieces in a loud hollow sound.
The big shock her body felt during the impact.

When it was too hard to keep her eyes shut, she opened them wide, and glanced all around. First, she saw the day light blinding her sight, but after a while, colours and lines began to fill the shapes surrounding her. It was just like when she was drawing the lines of a landscape, before she would add the colours. Before she would add water in the paint.

At first, she recognized nothing. But as soon as she sat up, she recognized the pale purple colour covering the walls of her bedroom, and then her fingers found the familiar texture the quilt of her bed had. She exhaled deeply, for a few seconds hoping that maybe everything that had been happening was only a terrible nightmare. But when she sat up, she felt an intense pain coming from her head, before reaching her hand up and touching a large bandage covering her forehead. Her heart skipped a beat when she tried to move her other arm but immediately felt a sharp pain coming from it, which reminded her of the pain she had been feeling when she broke her arm in fourth grade.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps nearing her bedroom. She felt her heart stumbling across her chest, pounding to a pace she didn't know a heart could beat. After several seconds, she tried to calm down. It was probably only her mom checking in to see if everything was okay with her. After all, her mother was a doctor and she wouldn't have been surprised to see that she would've gotten out of this car crash without any bruises.

But instead of her mother, she saw a young man holding a pile of white blankets entering her room. As soon as she saw him, Clarke backed up on her bed and her eyes opened wider. She ignored the aching pain all over her body, the only thing she could think about was to get away from this face she swore she had seen before, but couldn't remember from where.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," The boy told her as he stepped further into her room, putting the pile of blankets down on her bed.

Clarke kept backing away from the stranger, until he right arm met with air instead of the fabric of her blanket. A few seconds after, she found herself meeting with the hard wooden floor of her room. Thankfully, her bed wasn't too high from the floor to injure herself

The boy immediately hurried to the other side of the bed, where she now sat in a ball, hugging her knees with her arm that wasn't broken. He offered her his arms, but she only stared at him with eyes that threw glares. "Who the hell are you?!" She asked, feeling fear overtaking her body.

He stepped back a bit, not wanting to scare her more than what she already was. "I'm Finn, Finn Collins. You... You don't have to be scared of me, Clarke. I just want to help you, okay?"

Clarke's brows furrowed, trying to ignore the fact that his face was slightly too familiar to her eyes. "How.. How do you know my name...?"

"We went to the same high school... We even had a few classes together, but I wouldn't be surprised if you wouldn't remember me." He said, referring to the fact that she was spending all of her free times either drawing or listening to her friends.

She watched him, this time letting her eyes stare into the beautiful brown shade of his, somehow filled with life. His messy dark brown hair covered part of his forehead, and suddenly she had a flash of him from last week walking across the library with Jasper Jordan by his side, both being held by a teacher by the shoulders. She recalled how they had been sharing a short stare that day, before the teacher angrily yelled at Finn and ranted about how immature it was to put firecrackers in a library. She also recalled how Maya had gripped her arm firmly to rant about how of a twat Jasper was.