"Stay in here until someone comes to get you. It will be a while." The guard tells me. He took the chains off of me before I entered this cell. It has a small window to see outside the huge building, a bed, a desk, lamp, small closet, and a big door that is locked. I see a journal at the desk and open it. It's all blank, with a pen sitting next to it. I may as well write in it. Only God knows how long I'll be here.

I'm only 17. I thought I would be fine, that I would never get caught by the collectors, I was wrong. I've never met the man they call Bellamy, but I have heard plenty about him. Maybe he will let me go, or maybe I'll find a way to escape.
                      Adeline

I hear guards coming back to my cell, so I hide the journal in my closet. Im honestly terrified but I can't show anyone that. The guard opens my door slowly and walks in with a gun.

"Are you going to shoot me?" I ask the man in front of me. "Just safety precautions." He says. He cuffs me once again and forces me to walk out of my cell and down the hall. We stop in front of an elevator and then we walk inside of it. He presses the very top button, it says Pent House.

"Where are we going?" I ask, while trying to be released from his strong grip. "To Bellamy." That's all he says, that's all he has to say. I stand still, completely frozen. The elevator doors open and I see the most beautiful room ever.

There are several glass windows that allow you to see  over the entire city. There are many couches, a very large kitchen, and I can slightly see a large bedroom. It's everything I've ever wanted, and much much more.

We walk towards the windows and he lets me go. "He will be here soon. Don't touch anything." He warns me. He removes the cuffs once again and then leaves the room. I can't help but wander around. I walk over to the windows and look at the city. I never knew it was this amazing.

I walk to the bedroom and it's the largest bedroom I've ever seen. I sit on the bed, it's so soft. I see a journal very similar to mine sitting on a desk. I walk over and open it. "Don't touch that." I turn my head fast from shock. It's him. It's Bellamy Blake.

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