❝sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ.❞ - ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ øɴᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛs
A delinquent, who hasn't been able to speak since murdering her mother, is sent down from outerspace with a hundred others to see if earth is survivable again. Everyone on the Ark has condemned her...
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"Oᴄᴛᴀᴠɪᴀ, ᴡʜᴀᴛᴛʜᴇ hell did you–" Bellamy reaches for her, but she rips herself away. She drops to floor where the vials are and points to each of them. The Grounder gestures with his head to the far right. She lifts one of them in the air to show him. He nods. She hands it to Clarke who thanks her and hurries to the ladder. She wraps her arm with the pieces of the Grounder's shirt, and Bellamy tries to help her up.
She flinches away from him. "Don't touch me." The Grounder and Octavia stare at each other for awhile. Skye can still feel her scars rub against her shirt and her mind wanders back to her parents. Her eyes glance around and all she can see is walls. The air in the room starts to feel stuffy and she begins to feel crowded. Images of a knife being sliced into her skin repeatedly flood her mind, and her chest starts to heave up and down. Someone says her name, but she's trapped she can't tell who it is. She needs to leave.
Skye dashes to the ladder and just about slides all the way down to the bottom level. Clarke's startled out of her crying after speaking with her mother when someone's boots hit the floor. She lifts her head to see Skye stumble over own feet to get to the door.
"You can't go out there. It's still raining," she tells her. It's a miracle that Skye hears her over the humming in her ears. She leans against the door with her hands flat, fingers spread out. No matter how hard she thinks about it she can't remember who gave her the scars. She slams a hand into the door, not feeling the normal stinging pain shoot up her arm.
She has to remember. sʟᴀᴍ. Why couldn't she remember? sʟᴀᴍ. Who did it? sʟᴀᴍ. Who would hurt her like that? sʟᴀᴍ. She wants to scream, but they told her she couldn't. sʟᴀᴍ. Who told her that?
Don't scream, Skye, the neighbors will hear. sʟᴀᴍ. They'll float me if they hear you. sʟᴀᴍ. You don't want to kill me, do you? sʟᴀᴍ. Huh? sʟᴀᴍ. Do you? sʟᴀᴍ. Do you? sʟᴀᴍ. Be a good girl. sʟᴀᴍ. Don't. Scream. sʟᴀᴍ. sʟᴀᴍ. sʟᴀᴍ.
"Skye!" Bellamy shouts, picking her up by the waist and carrying her away from the door. "What the hell is wrong with you?" They're the only ones down there except for Finn. Clarke had called for Bellamy when Skye first started hitting the door. She left to give them privacy.
Skye wrenches out of Bellamy's arms and rotates on her heel to stare at him. Bellamy spots a wild look in her eye which was the opposite of what he usually found when he stared into them. Before he can speak again, Skye shoves the sleeves of her shirt up to her elbows. He can't believe his eyes when her arms are bared. White, bubbled scars cover virtually every inch of skin on her arms. With one hand, he holds hers. With the other hand, his fingers skim over the scars invoking goosebumps to rise wherever he touched. His eyes are soft as he looks back up at hers.
