Celia Clark always knew she was different. She could breathe like them, see like them, and she could care like them. But she could not bleed like them. She bled black. She had grew up with limited interactions to those outside of the walls of her room. Her mother always telling her it was to keep her safe. She would only come to understand why when they came for her. The 100 OC x OCAll Rights Reserved
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