Into the Dawn.
She woke up.
The room was dimly lit, it was a large cubic space, Her bed in the Corner, Opposite to the door which stood around 15 feet away.
She stood, almost keeling over, She was light headed, barely able to feel even her fingers moving.
"Hello?" She spoke, Her voice was flat, rough but soft at the same time, she was Dehydrated.
She began to look around, first sighting the glass of water by the night stand beside her bed.
She took a large sip, Around half of the glass. She sighed, sitting infront of a concrete desk, where her sketch pad was located.
The memories came flowing back.
The voice just wouldn't go away, it kept creeping into her head as if it were a lost child seeking shelter from the rain.
"I'm sorry clarke."
A lone tear swept from her right eye, hitting the table.
Clarke came to life, Wiping it all away grabbing a piece of charcoal Bellamy had given her the day before.
She began to sketch, just letting her hand guide it's own flow around the page subconsciously letting it do all the work,
She came back to realize what she had drawn.
The tears came flowing now, Anger, Sadness, Pity even.
It was Lexa, Smiling as if she had a normal life, As if Titus hadn't taken power.
"No." Clarke mumbled, a tear dropping to the page.
She tore the page out, Crumpling it up and pitching it across the room with a yell.
"You okay?" A voice came quickly following hurried footsteps.
It was Raven.
"Fine." Clarke mumbled back, resting her head on her crossed arms that spread across the desk.
"You're not fine Clarke and haven't been getting better since Tuti or what ever his name is took the Throne from Lexa." Raven blurted out, just letting her
thoughts pour out.
"I know, But it WON'T get any better!" Clarke's voice would raise. "I Have nothing to do but sit in this damned bunker where I killed hundreds!" She'd be standing now, facing Raven where she stood in the doorway. Clarke's face would be red, slightly visible lines coming from puffy eyes, she'd be breathing heavily.
Raven would be slightly taken aback, not letting her face show it, She was asking for this when she blurted out what she said, she Chided herself for
her own stupidity.
"Clarke-" Raven started.
"I don't want to hear it. I'm sorry, but not now." Clarke interupted.
By then, Octavia was standing in the doorway beside Raven, Sword strapped to her back.
"What's going-" Octavia started. "Clarke are you okay?" She changed her words mid-sentence
Clarke would Pace, her hand as if she was about to tear her own hair out,
"Okay!" Clarke stated, Facing both of them. "I'm not fine. So what!" She'd fallback onto her bed, Stairing at the ceiling.
"Time heals everything right?"
"Not everything Clarke." Raven stated.
"Sometimes-" Raven was cut off again.
"Sometimes, You need to take responsibility for what you've done. Sometimes we forget who we are and we let the mask of
who we've become take over our lives. I think your letting Wanheda get to your head." Octavia stated, just looking at clarke as if
She had torn up her favourite flower.
Clarke would get up. Walking towards them. She'd push past both of them, A sniffle coming from her nose.
Her walk would turn to a jog and then a full out sprint.
She would reach a metal door. Electronics hanging out of it. Printed on it "Mount Weather".
She'd pull the door open, accessing the stairwell, She'd go up, taking 2-3 stairs at a time, Octavia was close behind her shouting.
"CLARKE STOP!"
She'd make it to the top, Staring at the door.
"I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused."
She pushed the door, Exiting onto the surface.
Standing there was somebody she thought she'd never see.
She stood there staring as Octavia finally caught up.
"Clarke! Wait-" Octavia gasped. "My god..."