❝sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ.❞ - ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ øɴᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛs
A delinquent, who hasn't been able to speak since murdering her mother, is sent down from outerspace with a hundred others to see if earth is survivable again. Everyone on the Ark has condemned her...
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Sᴋʏᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴏɴher back within the bed she was in. A rough sheet covered her body with her arms by her side as she laid completely still. She had yet to wake up. The smoke grenades had done more than what the Mountain Men had wanted it to. Ever since they brought the delinquents in, Skye has been in a coma. Granted it's only been a day since they brought them in, but most of the others had already woken up and were roaming among the Mountain Men.
On the outside, it seems as if nothing were going on inside of Skye's head, but on the inside flashes of memories flood through her brain. Memories she thought she had lost. Memories that would make most people sick to their stomachs to witness. Memories of her parents.
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"Sweetheart, it won't hurt. It'll be just a little scratch. Just like the other times," Skye's mother, Teresa, said as she came closer to Skye with the kitchen knife in her hand. Tears welled up inside Skye's eyes, and she was too afraid to move.
"Why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong, mama?" Skye asked in a small voice, she was only eight-years-old.
"No, no, honey. It's just something mama's gotta do. You want to help mama, don't you?"
"Yeah." Skye wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Alright, now lift up your shirt so mama can see your belly."
Skye does what she is asked. She doesn't see the knife touch her, but she can feel it slice through her skin. A scream echos through the room as her brain realizes what she's feeling is pain. It wasn't like last time. Last time it was only a small cut, but when Skye looked down at the place just below her ribcage, the cut was longer and deeper.
Banging on the door caused Teresa to glare down at Skye with disapproval. Placing the knife in the sink quietly, Teresa went to answer the door. Skye had been sitting at the kitchen table, and from the door, no one could see from her chest down. At the door, a dark-skinned man Skye had recognized to be their neighbor stood there peeking in. He could tell Skye was crying, but turned to speak with her mother instead.
"Is she alright? I heard her scream," the man said.
Teresa waved her hand in dismissal and said, "Oh, yeah. She's fine. She just fell down and cut herself on a sharp corner."
The man and Skye made eye contact. He looked as if he was going to say something else, but he just smiled at her and her mother.
"Alright, just making sure. You two have a good night." He stepped away from the door, and Teresa shut it behind him. Her mother's blue eyes landed on Skye as the pale skin on her face became red.
"That man has no right barging in on our business. Charles Pike thinks he's all high and mighty walking around the station like he's somebody." Teresa walked over to the sink to clean off the knife before she even thought of taking care of Skye.
