Chapter 21
I'm not the smartest of humans, let's get that idea out of the way. I'm never going to invent a time machine, and I'm never going to invent a way to colour the sky pink or whatever. But I can say that despite these things, I often believe I have a good idea about the intentions of others. I'm don't get tricked into doing something stupid that could harm me or another person... well, at least I never used to. But today was a learning curve: don't do drugs.
I'm not even sure how I'm alive right now. I should be dead. I should've drowned in the river. I don't understand. I just don't understand.
Here, let's test something out.
Step 1: Wiggle my toes.
One wiggle.
Two wiggle.
Three wiggle.
I wiggles my toes three times! A dead person can't do that.
Step 2: Move my hand.
One by one, I make sure each finger can touch my palm.
A dead person definitely can't do that.
Finally test.
Step 3: Open my eyes.
One blink.
Two blink.
Three blink.
Before I open my eyes fully and see a bright light over my head.
Huh?
Where am I?
I look around at my surroundings, and confusion only follows.
A tent? I'm in a tent?
Then realisation hits me as I spot Kai, sleeping over in the corner.
I'm in camp. I'm back. But how? And why? Why would they want me back?
A millions thought race through my head as I try to piece together what happened.
Last thing I remember was... my son!
My eyes move to my belly.
Yup. Still pregnant.
Is he okay, though? I am okay? I feel okay, but hard to say.
I attempt to pull myself up from the bed, but find agony as my companion.
Fuck!!!!!
I hurt. But where?
I begin to examine my body.
Chest: clear
Belly: clear
Legs: clear- not clear! Nowhere near clear.
It seems my journey down in the lake, resulted in a gash, the size of my foot, down the side of my leg.
Fuck my life!
What the hell am I supposed to do now? Be bedridden until I give birth? Be a useless sack of potatoes whilst everybody else enjoys themselves? I don't fucking think so!
I to get up again, this time gritting my teeth as the pain occurs.
No way will I stay in bed. Not now, not ever.
As I move to put pressure on my leg, my cries escape me, and I find myself being held back by one Malachai Parker.
"Quinn, you need to rest! You've been hurt. Clarke's almost here."
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FanfictionQuinzel Rae (Quinn) Brady has been held prisoner for five months. Living with her 'mistake' that her and a fellow member of the Ark created. But what happens when she gets sent down to Earth as one of the 100? Will she run into the person she despis...