A pair of hazel eyes fluttered open, immediately closing as they were overwhelmed by the brightness of the room. The overhead lights were difficult to adjust to, but the hazel set of eyes managed.
They looked around, searching the unfamiliar room with confusion. The room was so white. She sat up on her cushiony mattress and used her IV stand to push herself closer to the edge of the bed. There was a tube inserted into her right arm, she did not wonder why. Looking around, she noticed a beautiful painting inside a golden frame. There were stars.
The stars reminded her of something. She really liked stars. They were so bright and there were so many. Stars. Where had she seen them before?
Outside.
I like the outdoors, she thought with a small smile. The female placed her feet on the cold floor. It was extremely cold. The hair on her arms and legs stood up. She had goosebumps.
She looked straight across from the bed and stood. There was a door. The door had a window.
The female slowly made her way towards the door. She wanted to leave, to explore. The female glanced outside the window.
There was another room directly across from her. Inside, she saw a boy lying down. He was Asian. He was sleeping.
The female smiled. I like to sleep.
She returned to her mattress and stared at the ceiling. My name is Hazel.
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Prisoner 83 | the 100
Fanfictionbased on the tv show "The 100" this fan fiction contains strong language, depictions of sexual assault and abuse, as well as other mature content. this fan fiction involves mental illnesses such as anxiety disorder, depression, etc. this story was w...
