SNOW WHITE ➸ BELLAMY BLAKE {discontinued}

Prologue

♥Life is though, my darling, but so are you.♥

All my life I've been locked up in a little room. My cell. There isn't enough space for two people. There is barely enough space for only me. The gray walls are making me sick by staring at it every day. There is no window here. There is just one bed. That's it. It's also very cold in here. I don't get that much food. Ever since I was old enough to be in here I'm stuck here. And I hate it.

My mom had twins. She could keep one and decided to keep my brother. So once I was old enough they locked me up. I've never seen my brother or even my mom. Not once. I only know the last name of my brother since I have the same one. Morgan. I don't even know if I want to meet my mom. She is letting me rot here in this cell while my brother and her are having a warm place to stay. I do want to meet my brother. I want to know what he looks like. If he is the same as me. Shy. I want to know what it feels like to have a brother. 

I've met my dad. He's a guard and the only one I've ever spoken. He comes to my cell daily and asks me about how my day went so far. The first time I met him was a total shock for me. He told me that I looked like my mother. He tells me that everyday. But he didn't visite me today yet. And I don't know if he will. But I don't blame him. He's a busy man and I understand that he can't talk to me everyday. 

When my dad isn't in my room then I'm alone. I get bored really fast. That was until my dad gave me some drawing stuff. Paper, pencils, and he almost got me paint. But I told him that he couldn't take that risk. I don't want him getting arrested because of me. Because if he gets arrested then he gets floated. And I don't think I can handle that. 

After months of practice I became really good at drawing. At least, that's what my dad told me. But after a while every corner of every piece of paper was full. I didn't know where to draw anymore. That was until I began to draw on the walls. I was getting so bored that I just tried it. And it worked. There are all kind of drawings in my cell now. From trees to beasts. I don't think about what I draw. I just let my hand take the lead. 

''Prisoner 62, stand up, please.''
I look up from the drawing I was working on and see a guard standing in front of me. I know him because one time he came into my cell with my dad. He helped my dad to get me some drawing stuff. He is really nice. He came back a few times and the first time he came back he told me that his name is Jason. 

I listen to him and stand up not wanting to make any trouble. I never was the kind of girl who never listened to one of the guards. And I'm not planning to be someone like that. I don't want to get into trouble. 

''What's wrong?'' I ask him worried. 

This never happened before and I'm scared. what if they are going to float me? I'm not even eighteen yet. I still have six months. I'm counting down till the day I die. And I've done that since I could count. 
''Put out your right arm.''

''What?'' I ask him frowning. 
My heart is beating really fast and hard in my chest and it won't shock me if I would fall on the floor right now. I don't know what he is going to do and I don't want to listen to him. I don't want to die yet. I don't want to get floated. 

''Just put out your right arm, Snow,'' he says showing me a bracelet. 
Well, you can hardly call it a bracelet. It's a big things with little red lights on it. I can see the spikes sticking out of it and I gulp. I slowly stick out my right arm and he walks towards me.

''This is going to sting,'' he says. 

He puts the bracelet around my wrist and I feel the spikes in my wrist. I wanted to pull away my arm from the pain but before I can do that Jason grabs my upper arm. He is standing very close to me and it makes me a little nervous to be honest.

''They are going to send you down to earth, Snow,'' he says using the nickname he gave me again. 
My eyes go big and I feel tears starting to form in my eyes. I'd rather be floated than being send down to earth. There is no one there. 

''But I can't survive there on my own,'' I say feeling a tear sliding down my cheek. 

''You're not alone. 99 other prisoners are being send down with you.''

100 prisoners on earth. That can never be good. There are prisoners here who killed people. Who stole. Who fought. And now they are sending those people to earth. 

More tears are starting to fall out of my eyes and I start to shake. 

''Hey, it's okay. You're going to be okay. Don't be scared. Just stay out of danger, okay? For me. Can you do that?'' Jason asks me.
I nod but know that it's a lie. I can't stay out of danger. Not with 99 other prisoners around me.

I suddenly feel Jason his hand behind my neck and his lips on mine. I didn't know he liked me like this. I thought we were just friends. But now that I feel his lips on mine my heart is beating fast. But not because I'm going to be send down to earth but because he is kissing me. 

''Stay safe,'' he murmurs against my lips. 
Suddenly I feel something sting in my arm and I'm starting to feel dizzy. Before I can fall on the ground Jason catches me and he carries me out of my cell. The cell I will never see back. Everything is spinning around me but I can see that i'm being carries to a drop ship. But when Jason steps inside with me in his arms I black out. Hoping I don't die on earth.