ISABELLE ★ bellamy blake

twenty one

isabelle
bellamy blake 𝘹 fem!oc
© WANDARYEN ──── 2024

Isabelle pressed her hand flat against the large window of the Ark. The cool temperature from the glass traveled down her arm and through her entire body. The earth floated in the distance but with its natural colors slowly dying. What was once green, blue, and full of life — was now covered in a rusty brown color.

"We're landing in an hour, do you have your things packed?"

Isabelle looked over her shoulder as Octavia made her way towards the girl, her long dark hair pulled up into a braided ponytail with several tattoos laced around her arms and neck. "What do you mean? The earth isn't livable. We wouldn't survive."

Octavia raised her eyebrows, standing beside her friend and glanced out the window. "Are you sure about that?"

Isabelle almost laughed, looking over at Octavia only to see she was utterly serious. Not a trace of doubt written across her face. Isabelle's lips pulled down into a frown and she looked back out onto the earth; what was once brown and slithering away, is now green and blue. Bright and practically outshining the sun. Isabelle gasped, both of her hands now placed on the glass in awe. "Is it real? Can we go home?"

"You can go home."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "not just me. All of us, right?"

"Go home Isabelle."

"What?" She turned her head but Octavia was gone and no longer beside her. Isabelle turned around and saw the empty hallways, dark and cold. "Octavia—"

"Go home." A deeper voice echoed through her mind.

The scenery around Isabelle started to fade, the dark shadows growing bigger as they surrounded her and swallowed her in. Her sight began to blur, no longer able to make out the light from the outside. It was gone; all of it. As if she was absorbed into a pit of nothing.

Isabelle sat up in bed with a gasp leaving her lips as her chest heaved roughly. As if all the air had been sucked from her lungs; only to be returned with full force. Her fingers gripped the sheets underneath her before she brought both hands to tiredly run down her face.

It was a bad dream – that's all it was.

It was okay — she was okay. Bellamy, Octavia, Clarke — everyone was okay. The grounders attacking camp was only some sick dream her mind decided to play on her to get the blood pumping through her veins.

Her hands dropped back down to her side and when her eyes reopened, she expected to be in her shared tent with Octavia.

When she gazed down, she realized her makeshift cot was gone and the crappy parachute they used as covering was gone. Four white walls surrounded her instead with a single chair sitting in the corner of the room.

There were two paintings hanging up, one of the ocean and the other of a farm. There was one light hanging from the ceiling and no windows.

She swung her legs over the bed and her sock covered feet touched something soft. She immediately lifted her knees and glanced down, noticing she had touched a rug that was colored red and brown.

Her boots were right beside the bed, both facing the same direction towards the metal door that was closed shut. Her eyebrows knitted together curiously as she placed her feet down again, reaching for her boots and tying them on.

Isabelle made her way towards the door, glancing out the small window that displayed a clear view of a long hallway. It was gray and dark — only light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. Each one covered in a metal rack. The room was by far the cleanest place.