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She's so lonely, so lonely.
Isolation they thought, it'll be good for her they thought, it'll help 'treat' it, they thought. They thought wrong, it makes it worse, the cold metal walls and floors and bed; things her head wants her to spontaneously hit, to punch, to slap.
Isolation doesn't help her, it deteriorates her mind, hurts her mentally and physically, emotionally. Of course it doesn't help her.
Clarke knows, she knows the reason for her to be put in isolation; the Ark's people find her annoying, that's the word she'd heard them use. She remembers her mother trying to keep her out of isolation, but to no avail. The council of course, won't listen, they never do.
She occasionally gets to see Raven, sometimes Octavia if she's let out for longer than normal, or she manages to run off. She gets to sneak into the Blake's room and talk, let it out. She's being driven insane, barely seeing anyone for weeks on end. It's not fair.
It's not fair.
Her head's throbbing like mad, whether it's from having hit it off of one of the walls, bed posts or the silence, far too quiet, she doesn't know. She never does, it's not fair.
Curled into a tight little ball, trying hard not to let her ticks come out, they always do, they have done for the past twelve years, from what she's heard. Clarke has only known of her disabilities since she was three, she's fifteen now, too young for having been put in isolation for the past five.
She's disturbed from her racing thoughts by a quiet bang on the door and it sliding open, she can't hold in the three consecutive screams, or the cry of help as the man calls her number and orders her to stand.
She's confused, they don't normally come to let her have her 'social call' just two weeks after the last; it's usually seven.
"MUM" She shouts, unable to stop the hand smacking against her head. It wasn't hard, but it might knock some normality into her skull, she's tired of this, tired of the unfairity of the bullying and the snide comments or glares she receives when she does hang out with Raven.
She complies with the order to stand, too confused to not; but the moment he pulls out the handcuffs she's switched on. She attacks him, who is he to come into her little space and order her about. She knocks him out and continues towards the still open door where another guard emerges, it's him.
Bellamy Blake.
Oh, how she loathes him. He used to be nice, used to be charming, used to be caring.
Not anymore, he made his mind up a few years back, when her and Octavia were chatting and he suddenly stood up, faced her and shouted in her face for her to stop, to 'shut the hell up'.
He'd gone from brother to bully in a matter of seconds.
She hates him.
And he's coming in, gin on his sweaty face, greasy mop of hair flopping over his eyes. "Oh, you're in for it now princess." She hates that name coming from his mouth, he's mocking her, she doesn't like him; she hits him, square int he face, without a second thought.
She shouts, a short sharp growl, her ADHD kicking in. She likes the feel of it, it makes her feel like a demigod, like Percy Jackson in the book set she was given by her mum.
Bellamy falls back, clutching his nose leaving a clear exit for Clarke and she runs...straight into her mother.
She feels firm, warm arms wrap around her and she breathes a sigh into a arm neck, so cosy. Clarke's legs feel like jelly so she clings tightly.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, you're safe, no-one's gonna hurt you, shhh." Her mum strokes her hair and back whilst gently rubbing her fingers into the small of Clarke's back. She likes this feeling, it always helped her sleep when she was little, it still does. She smiles, letting out a long and content sigh.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too honey." Clarke draws back.
"What's happening?" Abby frowns at her daughter.
"What do you mean?" Clarke gives an involuntary tongue click.
"I don't usually get let out so early, what's happened?" Abby smiles sadly and looks just past Clarke's shoulder, that's strange.
"I will explain later okay? You need to trust me. I love you so much Clarke, my little girl."
Clarke frowns. "What are yo-" Her sentence is cut off when she feels a dart hit her back and she instantly turns into jelly, flopping into her mother's open arms, she can only move her eyes, even her ticks stop.
"I love you so much, trust me, you're being sent to Earth." and just like that she was out like a light.
The most peaceful state of unconsciousness she's ever been in, she likes it.
Earth, she wonders what it's like now, is it green? a wasteland? toxic? how it looks in the books. Is this the home she never felt she had?