Lost (The 100/Bellarke Fanfiction)

Clarke

 Chapter 1:

I awoke to loud screams and muffled voices, suddenly there was a loud bang and my eyes shot open, my heart pounded in my chest, but I slowly calmed as the rioting outside started to calm down. The cold metal slab beneath me, which was a sorry excuse for a bed, was cold on my bare arms, and I slowly sat up, and took a short breath of the stale, dusty air that filled the space in my tiny room. I swiftly dragged my legs over to the front of my bed. I slowly looked around my small confined room, taking in my surroundings in the dim lighting, the four grey walls that surrounded me were covered with the black charcoal sketches I had smudged on them throughout my confinement time. I lowered my toes to the floor, the coldness of the cement sent a shiver up my spine, and I quickly stood up and scurried over to the end of my bed slipping on my old, tatterd, black combat boots.

I went back to the front of my bed, and crouched down, slowly reaching my hand under my bed searching for the small rectangular case. When I felt my hand make contact with the cold feeling of the metal case, I dragged it out and and opened it revealing three worn pieces of charcoal, I pulled one piece out and slid the case back under my bed. Slowly I crawled over to the centre of my room, and tilted my head back, looking out the small window that made up my cells ceiling, I admired the big, beautiful Earth, and the sections of the Arc that moved ever so slightly. I looked back down at the floor and examined the drawing I had started the day before, of what I thought Earth looked like, or at least what it used to look like.

I continued to shade the drawing, smudging in area's with my finger until I heard a loud beeping noise, and two figures entered my cell. I turned around, bringing two men in guards uniforms into view, one of the guards was tall and dark, and he had a stern look on his face. The other guard was short and scrawny, and his uniform hung sickly off his body, he pulled out his electrified baton as the other guard made his way toward me, carrying a silver case that was clasped shut.

"Prisoner 319, face the wall" he spoke with a thick, rasped voice. I stood up from the floor and turned around, walking over towards the wall, "What is this?" I asked curiously, "Be quiet," he said as he unclasped the clips on the case and pulled out a metal band, with eight small needle points sticking out of it, damn they look like they would hurt, "Hold out your right arm" he spoke firmly, "No, no it's not my time I don't turn 18 for another month" I started to feel nervous, "Hold out your right arm" he repeated again. He started to move closer to me, "No, no just check my file, you'll see, your early." I spoke with panic in my voice.

The guard gestured to my arm, "Take off the watch" he said, I gripped the watch tightly to my wrist "No it was my fathers." It pained me just to talk about him. The guard grabbed my wrist and pulled at my watch, "Take it off" he demanded, "No!" I cried trying to break free from his grasp, "No!" I screamed again, and slipped out of his grasp, I turned and started to run, but the other guard was standing in my way, I slightly pushed him out of my way, making him trip over his long pants.

I rushed out of the doorway, and turned around to watch the automatic door close and lock behind me. I made my way over to the side of the railing and looked down at the commotion around me, there were guards pulling, and dragging prisoners out of their cells, putting them in restraints. I quickly turned to my left and started to run but stopped when two guards approached the end of the catwalk leaving that end an unsafe route for me to escape, quickly I turned the other way and bolted to the other side, I continued to run but I quickly remember that I don't know my way around the confinement unit.

"Clarke stop!" A familiar voice shouts at me, I stop dead in my tracks, and turn around only to see a tall, recognizable woman with light brown hair, and dark eyes looking at me with a mixture of joy and pain in her face. There is a guard beside her aiming his gun at me, she pushes his chest causing him to stumble backwards, "Stay here" she orders him, I look up at her and stare into her dark eyes in disbelief "Mom." I cry, she walks up to me and engulfs me in a hug, I slowly start to calm in her embrace, until she lets me go.