Alondra [The 100]

Chapter Nine

"Stay strong, my sweet Lark." Mom said as she looked at 15-year old me, her hand pressed up against the glass of the air-lock. "Stay strong.."

Dad pressed the button to open the doors.

I stared down at the gold necklace in my hand and opened it up, looking at the picture of my mother holding me as a baby, my father and grandmother standing by her.

The Unity Day speech was going on outside the dropship, being aired over the communication's device from The Ark, broadcasting a live stream of Chancellor Jaha's speech right now being made on The Ark.

"There you are." Bellamy walked into the dropship. "I've been looking for you."

"Why?" I closed the locket quickly, keeping my gaze glued to the floor.

"Well..everyone else is out there. I was just wondering why you're not." He answered, walking over and taking a seat across from me on the ground. "So. What's the deal with you and Unity Day?"

I shrug and shake my head.

"Kane."

"Nothing." I heave a sigh.

"What's that?" He gestured to the locker in my closed palm.

I opened my palm. "A locket. My mother gave it to me."

Bellamy went silent for a bit. "..it's today, isn't it? The day she died."

I nodded. "I've dealt with this alone before. You can go."

"..well now I feel obliged to stay." He said, getting me to look at him. "After hearing that shitty phrase, I know the second I leave, you're going to be a sobbing mess."

"I'll be fine." I insist.

"You're not going to be fine." He lightly tapped his finger under my chin as he leaned forward. "You've been crying."

"Do you really think now is a good time to be having a party?" I changed the subject.

"Hey. Stop changing the subject." Bellamy said. "Why don't you tell me about her?"

"My mom?"

He shrugged. "Or little you. Either way, just tell me something."

"Okay..um..." I let out a soft breath and looked at Bellamy. "My mother was part of Farm Station originally. Left it behind when she was expecting me. Dad was..he was great the first few years. Then at 10-years old Dad just..snapped. Started hurting us both. My mom got the worst of it, but.." I shrugged, "Still got a few of 'em."

"He hit you?" He asked in a whisper.

"Twice." I answer, "Once when I was..thirteen, and the other the day after Mom was floated."

"Oh..I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "Like I said, don't feel anything, and you'll be golden."

"Yeah, but..she was your mother." He answered. "I mean, didn't you and your father mourn her?"

I shook my head again. "My dad said crying is weakness. That I have to toughen myself up if I'm going to stay alive."