Dangerous quiet things (lexa x you)

*How it began; chaper 1

(Y/n) POV

Chatter fills the air of the decently sized cafeteria. Teens and junior's scattered around the place as they talk and eat there midday meal with their inmates. In this moment I'm in the Ark skybox cafeteria sitting on a bench, reading a book while my best and only friend Octavia Blake rambles on about all the things she could do to escape or overthrow the council. I guess it's a good thing that she's ranting about it to me because it's not like I'm going to say anything. Literally.

"So then I could also probably, maybe... we'll very unlikely roundhouse kick him in the face and take his gun- wait are you even listening y/n?" Octavia says and I look up from my book with a false interested expression and give a small nod telling her to go on while I put my book on the bench besides me.

"Okay, so as I was say—" Octavia groaned as she was interrupted "PRISONERS, please take your trays to the line-up and head back to your cells" a guard announces loudly.

Everyone goes about putting their trays in the line-up and heads back to their rooms.

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Once I get back in my cell a loud ringing noise wracks through my head causing my eyes to squint, anything to make the irritating blare disappear , even just for a moment. I walk towards my bed and sit down while massaging my temples and let myself dose of into my mind.

I was sitting on the living room floor when I heard the front door open and I heard someone stumbling around. I knew it had to be my dad. He's always coming home from Nigel's drunk and angry. Every day after work he would trade in my rations for moonshine and come home drunk and beat me with his belt. It's been like this forever for me.

My father hates me because my mother died giving birth to me and he tells me basically 'you're a mistake and it's your fault she's dead' off course I believe him because it's kind of true. She traded her life for mine unknowingly.
But I don't feel awful about it, I mean I never knew the woman. What am I supposed to feel?

But this time he comes to beat me it's different. as he takes off his belt and pulls it back over his head I put my arms over my own to avoid any unnecessary harm, at least any little bit of suffering I can escape without him noticing too much. With my hands raised high above my head something changes. Some weird heat goes everywhere, blooming against my skin yet not burning it.

I open my eyes to see orange and reds surrounding me causing my eyes to widen and to crouch into a new position, alarmed. My dad's shirt is on fire and yelps and loud groans escape from his mouth, the hot embers burning through the cotton of his clothes. Next thing I know the alarms go off and guards and doctors are barging the door down, doing anything and everything they can to put out the fire all efficiently as possible

The next few days I got put in lock up while my dad was in the medical wing having treatment done on his burns. When the guards came back to my cell and dragged me out to get trialled for my crimes. My father dobbed me in saying I tried to set him on fire when he got back from work. Giving me a life penalty for attempted murder and breaching the oxygen with fire.

And after that things just stopped. The fighting back, fighting to escape for the realisation I only had until my 18th birthday, it didn't bother me so much anymore, but something that I didn't expect to stop was talking. Ever since I was locked up for those frightening 3 days in the skybox as an amateur I have and now I guess always will be classified as mute.
Anyway I'm turning 18 next week so I've been here for almost 8 years! That's kinda crazy to think about and I'm also about to be executed. Yay....

I didn't realise I got that lost in thought until
I felt warm heat blossoming across my hands and looked down, realisation visible in my eyes that my hands were on fire, so I just kinda shook them that always seems to do the trick.

Ever since that night I've been better at controlling my weird fire powers that I have no idea how I got and no one knows except Octavia and I.
But ever since I found out I could do that I found out I have more powers. I can teleport and do weird shock electricity things with my hands and body. There also powers like healing and freezing time and other mind powers that I don't really use.
Your also probably wondering ' well if you if you can teleport why don't you just leave the skybox' the answer to that is, is that I don't want to. I'll be executed or be put back in here anyway and where would I go? Home. Pfft no.
I don't really fancy spending quality time with my father, so the skybox is the best I've got.

A lot doesn't really make sense in my life. Like the fact that I've got a 6 pack and tons of visible muscle even though I haven't done a single push-up in my life.
And well, I also can't not count the weird ass powers that would be fun to have, if I didn't live on a piece of metal space junk..
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I decide to lay down for a bit and try to get some sleep and after some tossing and turning I finally drift off into a deep sleep.