Holding on

Fighting

Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while I have been decorating the library (it was supposed to be a fun craft, but it was more like free labor) So here is my (redo) chapter 3. Its going to be a little different than my other chapter 3, but it is the same same concept.

America's POV

I wake up with a throbbing in my head. I look around and I am in a cold, dark, cell. I start to remember everything that happened. I must have been taken by rebels. Oh my gosh, I wonder how Maxon is taking this.

"Finally, your up!" I look over and see Celeste playing with a knife in her hand. Wait, is Celeste with the rebels? I guess this shouldn't surprise me, because she tried everything to get me out of the competition, but I am surprised she will go this far to get revenge.

"Can we do it now? I'm getting bored with her." She asks with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Yes, now hurry up and set up the camera and I will chain her up." A rough voice says. A rebel. What are they going to do with the camera? Whatever it is, it won't be good that's for sure. His rough hands touch me inappropriately and I shiver. He laughs and pushes me back against the wall (I was listening to back against the wall when I wrote this. Don't judge me.)

"Hello your majesty." He sneers. Oh no, they are going to show this to Maxon I can't let him see me weak. I have to be strong. "You may have noticed that we have your beautiful princess. As much as we enjoy having her here, we will return her. For a price of course. You know what we want and we expect to get it in 3 weeks." The diaries! He can't give those to them. I am not worth it.

"If we don't, you will never see America again. The sooner you give it to us the better condition she will be in." He says with a evil grin. Stay strong, America. I tell myself. They press a knife to my leg and blood squirts out of it. Pain rushes through my body. Have to stay strong. I start to feel light headed, but I have to tell him this. I know it will cost me, but I have to.

"Maxon, I love you, never forget that. I'm sorry it had to be this way. Please, don't give them anything I'm not worth it." I say and mean every last word. I see a fire burn in the rebels eyes and I know that is not a good sign. He starts hitting me and I start seeing black spots.

"Turn it off." The rebel orders and walks out. I start to stand up, but Celeste pushes me down.

"This is exactly how it should be. You have always been a filthy five and always will be. This is where you belong. On the ground. I should have the crown a two, not a five." She says stepping on my leg and watching the blood pour out more. I start to reply, but the black spots consume me into the darkness.

Hey sorry its short, but My computer is dying, but I will start another chapter on my ipod. God don't you hate Celeste? (Haha I am so evil to America I'm sorry.)