[ BOOK TWO ]
"You've got a warm heart, you've got a beautiful brain but it's disintegrating down."
I had welcomed death, but having to live without the people I care about is probably a fate worse than it. I am finally being punished for my crimes a...
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My eyes open, squinting at the bright light coming from above. To my surprise it isn't from the sun and I'm most certainly not dead. The lights are blinding, white as snow and tiled across the roof. I furrow my eyebrows as I push my body off the bed and press my feet onto the icy white cold floor, looking down at it i notice how it sparkles in the light. I notice my jeans and maroon top have been swapped for white jogging bottoms and a matching camisole.
I immediately take in my surroundings, noticing how everything is white - the colour of purity, I think to myself as I notice a toilet with a sink in the corner and to my left is some sort of monitor. There's a painting in the centre of a white painted wall, the only coloured thing in this room, and underneath a sofa. Where the hell am I? I wonder to myself, that being one of the million questions I'm thinking right now. But there's only one thing in my mind that I know for sure. I need to get out of here and find my friends.
As I walk forwards, I look up and spot a camera, watching me. Creepy, I think to myself. This reminds me of the Arks prisons and I know for sure that the grounders haven't taken me. They're not exactly this hygienic. Octavia might have been caught too and brought here, after she went with Lincoln.
I know Bellamy can't be here, however I avoid thinking about him, knowing that he's dead. But Clarke must be. Jasper, Monty and Raven too. They were on the ship with me and we stood out of it together.
Below the camera is a door, with a circular window. I rush up to it, being able to see inside the room in front of me. I gasp as I notice a figure move past it and then return back revealing their face.
"Clarke!" I shout, trying to open the door but failing and I notice she does the same, her blonde hair flowing down. Think Ariel, what would dad do? I analyse the door in front of me, noticing it unlocks from outside. These people are idiots, I think to myself.
I back away from the door knowing what I have to do, turning around to the monitor and taking the top part out, the silver pole is cold in my hands but right now, I don't care. I walk over to the camera, and using all the anger in my bones I smash it, so hard that it falls to the ground. I then walk over to the window and notice Clarke looking at me. Not like she wants me to stop, like usual, but as if she wants me to carry on and get us out of here. I then smash the pole into the window twice, to make sure that the glass shards won't stay in the window frame and cut me.
After the window is completely smashed, I plunge my arm through it and reach for the door lock, turning it and then pushing open my door without hesitation. I then run over to Clarke's door and unlock it. She opens the door and pulls me into a hug. "Hi." She breaths, and I smile to myself in her embrace.
"Hey. I'm so glad you're ok." I then pull away. "Do you have any recollection of how we got here?" I ask and she shakes her head.
"Last thing I remember was the smoke and then..." She pauses. "And then a man with a gun and that's it." She sighs. "We need to find our friends and get the hell out of here." She tells me, knowing if she and I are here, more of us will be here too.
