Inanna was sent to the ground with the other 99 delinquents. While looking for her friend, she's kidnaped by Delphia, an old Trikru grounder. When Inanna meets this new way to live will she want to go back to the only person she cares about or will...
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"I told you to stop creeping on me like that."
☾ TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPT ☾
I lost count of how many days we had been here. In the beginning, it was fine, we used to listen to music, dance, play pole and this game I found named monopoly. We would watch movies while he fixed my leg and I fixed his arm, then it became the same thing over and over again.
The second I could walk properly I pushed the furniture aside so that I could have space to keep training. Even if I could never leave this place again, fighting was the only thing keeping me sane. I didn't have anyone to fight with though, every time I suggested that I would teach John how to fight he would blow me away.
I hated being locked up. Four years were enough.
John, on the other hand, had nothing making him sane, it felt like living with a corpse. He didn't shower, sleep, or talk. The only thing he could do was sit on the couch or pace around the living room while Becca was saying the same things on TV. I could recite that fucking videos from listening to them so many times.
I swing the blade in the air as I turn my body, stopping when I notice that John's right behind me, with the weapon a millimeter away from cutting his neck in half.
"I told you to stop creeping on me like that." I look at him, placing the weapons on top of the kitchen counter.
He had let a beard grow and his hair looked like shit.
"You need to shower or you're not sleeping in the same bed as me," I say as I walk past him and grab a glass of water. "Not that it would be any different from the last, I don't know, days? You know, the not sleeping in the bed part."
"How could you do this for four years?"
"Good question." I turn around and grab my weapons again. "Go shower and let me practice."
He swallows hard and goes to the bedroom, hopefully, to grab a change of clothes.
I grab the end of the blade, and throw it at the wall, making one more mark on it. After a while of fighting with the air, John leaves the bathroom without looking like he had been playing on a garbage can.
"Finally. I'm going to sleep, you should do that too." I tell him, placing my hand on his shoulder and moving to the bedroom.
I lay on the bed, thinking about Delphia and the others, thinking if they made it. If they lived. I look at the ceiling and grab the book on my nightstand. The Lord of The Flies. I had read it before when I was in The Ark. Most of the books in this place had been read by me before. The music on the other hand... I had found what they used to call an mp3 player and a pair of headphones.
I place the white devices on my ear and go down the list of music until I reach Starter by The Cardigans.
This is a start That I know I'll believe in So I'm leavin' everything behind Keeping the partsThat I know I'll be needing And I breed to be a better kind And I'm leavin' everyone behind
