(A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story on ! Please try to read and review. It's also my first time doing fanfics. I usually write original pieces.)
Run.
That was the first thing that came to my mind when the rebels got Aspen. "Run, Mer, run!" he said. "I'll hold them off. Run!" I dashed to the safe rooms. The rebel alarm just sounded. I ran to find my maids, maybe Kriss, or Maxon.
But before I could even reach them, a stray hand pulled me towards a wall. I hit my head and tore my gown. I opened my eyes and came face-to-face with a rebel.
"Let me go!" I tried to scream but my mouth was soon covered by a large, sweaty hand.
Before I knew it I was dragged outside by another man. They dragged me away from the palace.
I was hopeless. They didn't tie me up but I was too weak to fight back. After half an hour of kicking and screaming, they dropped me on the ground. I looked around and found myself in front of a tiny wooden shack in the forest.
"Get in!" the bigger rebel said. They pushed my inside and I feel. When I looked up, my face was completely covered in shock.
"King Clarkson? So you were the one behind all the attacks all this time?"
He laughed, "No my dear, no. You must be mistaken. But it took me a while to negotiate with them though." I looked at him confused.
The king glared at the two men by my side. "Finish what's need to be done."
And with that one statement, they tied my hands and feet and place me inside a big, brown sack. They sealed the sack with me inside and cut small gashes on it for me to see.
"Happy 18th birthday, America Singer, and goodbye."
The rebels carried me off. I screeched. "You can't do this!" But he already did. Later on I heard the sound of a fast flowing river.
They were going to drown me to death.
"Alright Dean, let's get this done! Hold still you brat!"
"One!" the other guy, Dean, counted.
"Two!" I closed my eyes and said my last prayers.
"Three!" and just like that, I was thrown in the raging water.
Well, happy birthday to me.