WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 SEVEN ・*:·. ⇌ ஜ .·:*

        Astoundingly, they left her on own for the majority of the next morning.

        The only people to approach her were Clarke, and a boy she didn't recognize. Octavia stole the injured boy from his corner early, hardly sending Millie a glance. Clarke seemed agitated and tired, and Millie noticed she didn't have the metal wrist band on like she did the night before. She tilted her head, she wondered what had changed in the past 12 hours.

        As much as she needed to, Millie couldn't shake the effects of exhaustion weighing on her. She fell asleep after being captured by trikru the first time, woke up with six new gashes to her thigh. After that, she made it a point to stay awake throughout her trapping. But atlas, she was still human; her eyes were heavy and her body felt sluggish.

       The blonde brought her water in a horribly made metal cup, and Millie although she was severely dehydrated, refused. They could've put something in it for all she knew, she wasn't taking any risks. Millie knew better. She couldn't trust them. She couldn't trust anyone, for that matter.

      "Look, I'm sorry that they tied you up, I didn't want that." Clarke bit her lip, sitting next to Millie. She tensed, but Clarke didn't seem to care. "If you just answer some of our questions you could stay here, with us. We could use someone like you. Plus, from what I've heard I wouldn't want to get in a fight with you anyways." The blonde attempted to convince, even testing out a joke.

        Beyond her control, Millie accidentally let the corner of her lip lift. She hoped Clarke didn't notice this, but she did. That was all the confirmation Clarke needed to know she spoke English. The girls eyes lit up some, and she turned away to keep from smiling. But she wouldn't accept Clarke's invitation. Even Clarke had to know they wouldn't treat her equally. Not to mention, Millie would rather shove a stick down her throat than associate herself with the sky people. They were foolish, loud, messy and annoying.

       Clarke opened her mouth to say more, but the boy from the night before came rushing into the drop ship, eyes wide and pale skin. "Clarke, you might wanna see this." It didn't take anything more for Clarke to follow him out of the drop ship, not even glancing back at Millie.

          Millie slammed her head back, feeling the minor sting from hitting her head on the pole. From being tied up constantly, her patience could stretch on for weeks. Yet it had only been a day and a half and she was already getting antsy, though in her defense she hadn't been kidnapped in over a year.

        A Korean boy she didn't recognize walked into the room holding some berries, he looked nervous– he was fidgeting a lot–but determined. His hair was black and laid flat down on his head, slightly overlapping onto his forehead. He gulped, hesitantly walking towards Millie. He offered her a shaky smile, eyeing the untouched cup of water next to her.

            "I uh," he cleared his throat when it came out shakily. "I thought you might be hungry." He held out his hand, offering her the food. She reached out and simply looked from him to the berries, pausing. He sighed, relaxing when he (hoped) realized she wasn't going to attack him.

        "I get the feeling you're a very stubborn person, but I don't really take no for an answer so." He sheepishly held out the berries again– more forcefully, and reluctantly, with the scolding fact he wasn't going to leave her alone until she did, took the food from his hand. They were Huckleberries, they were scattered everywhere; easiest to find if you don't know the forest that well.