"Clarke! Clar- oh for goodness's sake" Abby reached out to tap Clarke's shoulder to get her attention and pointed to her own ears; receiving a scornful look from her daughter. The blonde lifted her arms to cross over her chest; staring down her mother in defiance. Her best friend standing awkwardly beside her, keeping his mouth quiet at the interaction. "Wells, I'm sorry she's being difficult today" Abby gave him a soft smile and turned to Clarke with a glare.

"Can you just please put them on so I can speak to you?" She thrust the hearing aids at Clarke, leaving the girl with no choice but to put them on. Clarke didn't know why Abby was so adamant for her to wear them when it was clear that she was not getting any use out of them, she went by lipreading and not hearing. She relaxed when she felt Well's hand on her elbow, she was grateful that he was there for support otherwise she would have lost it.

- From when she was born, she was thrust into a world of silence, her eyes took in everything and she relied on her eyes to feed her the information that her ears could not. Abby was devastated to learn that her child was not exactly the perfect child that she had wanted, her husband Jake on the other hand doted on his daughter, he didn't believe that his child wasn't perfect because in his eyes, Clarke was everything to him. The youngest Griffin was an outcast from the moment everyone on the Ark found out that she was deaf; pushed aside as if her opinion didn't matter, this in turn made her stronger and determined; being deaf was not going to hold her back in life despite what people thought about her. Wells Jaha was the only one besides Jake to show her any compassion.

They were eight years of age, Clarke was sitting in the school room; sitting on her own with tears streaming down her face, the other kids were surrounding her jeering her because of the way she tried to talk; she immediately clammed up and hung her head low. The boy caught sight of the girl in distress and he used his height to his advantage; shouldering them out of the way and standing in front of Clarke.

"Get away from her, she did nothing to you!" Wells pushed some of the children away before turning to face Clarke and smiled softly at her, he knew of her deafness, he always carried around a notebook and pencil for her but he was too shy to give it over to her. Now was the time, clumsy fingers wrapped around the book and he pulled it out of his pocket, hesitantly holding it in front of her face. She looked up with tear stained cheeks and mouthed a thank you as she accepted the notebook with a grateful smile. From that day onwards, Wells and Clarke became firm friends. -

Clarke hated the way the hearing aids made her feel, she didn't understand why Abby was so intent on forcing the equipment on her, they didn't have a great relationship, Abby resented the fact that Clarke was not… perfect as she expected her to be. It was as if Abby gave up on Clarke and she accepted that fact but it did make their relationship strained as the blonde girl grew up. Unknown to her mother, she didn't switch the hearing aids on, why should she conform to what her mother wanted her to be when she wasn't, she was treated differently, she wasn't stupid. Abby was respectful to her best friend and yet looked at her own daughter with disdain.

"Good girl, now I'm not going to be here tonight, so you have to make do with looking after yourself." Abby spoke in a patronising way, slowly and enunciating every word to ensure that her daughter was able to understand. The blonde barely held her frustration back, unable to understand, but she was used to it and nodded to her mother, whispering quietly "Okay mom." Her voice shaky from not being used and monotone. The tall boy sighed, he hated seeing Abby treat his best friend like that but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries, all he could do was to be there for the blonde girl that he became close to over the years.

She grunted and threw the charcoal down onto the sketchpad, her muse had abandoned her and she drew everything she could think of, even the table that she was currently leaning on, that's how bored she was since Wells had to leave to see his father some time ago. Blue eyes casted a glance over the room, steel gray walls, several broken chairs scattered around the room; it wasn't much but it was home despite two missing parents but she grew used to it over the years, a part of her felt incomplete; she yearned for something more… but what exactly, she did not know. Fingers wiping off the charcoal dust onto a dirty napkin, throwing it aside as she got up. Perhaps a visit to her dad would make her feel more calmed.

Light footsteps thudded against the floor of the Ark, she avoided the main hallways for people still looked at her with pity so she kept to the hallways with less traffic, coming up to her dad's workroom; where she witnessed her mom storming out of the room and in the other direction. Confusion clouded over her features as she quickly approached her dad in the workroom, clearing her throat to get his attention.

He was an older version of Clarke, with scruffy blonde hair and blue eyes with a bright smile, one of which was aimed at her when he caught sight of her, she wasn't stupid however; she could tell it was a forced smile and she hated that, only raising an eyebrow at him and pointed to the direction that her mom disappeared in.

"Nothing gets past you, does it?" He sighed and gestured for her to shut the door then to the seat indicating for her to come and sit next to him. With a quiet clank of the heavy steel door clicking into place; a loud scrape of the chair as she sat down. She could see the worry lines set on his features, the tension growing thicker in the air. "What… what is it?" She tried to ask Jake, her small hand upon his. Words fell out from his mouth in a tumble, before remembering to face her so she could lip-read him. Clarke internally smiled at his thoughtfulness until she caught what he was trying to say and only being able to piece it together. Words like "Oxygen" "Ark" and "failing", a gasp caught in her throat once she realised the danger they were all in. Tears shone in her eyes, gripping her father's calloused hand; she knew that her father would get into trouble for this.

"It's … okay dad, we will get through this" She spoke slowly, careful not to mumble her words, she wanted her dad to know that she was going to be there to support him. Jake chuckled and pull her into his arms and whispered into her hair. "I love you Clarke."

-"You cannot tell anyone about this, Wells but I have no one but you to talk to, the oxygen systems are failing on the Ark, we are in deep trouble, this stays between us. Please?"

Wells looked up from the note to glance into Clarke's worried gaze, unable to form a coherent sentence, the note now bunched up in his tense hold; his jaw clenched with a slight nod in response to her. This was not what he had expected when he found Clarke at his door in a state. For the second time that day Clarke found herself wrapped in an embrace, unbeknownst to her… it was the last of human contact she was ever going to have for a long time.-

Startled, she jumped away from her fitful dream, she was suffering more of these, ever since she watched her father being floated, she was furious at Wells for turning her father in after she begged him not to reveal their dark secret but he turned around and stabbed in the back. Some nights she still could feel the blade digging deep in her skin, tasting the blood of betrayal. The blonde could remember like it was yesterday when the guards stormed in, taking Jake away and dragging her off to her new home, the cold steel stark cell that she had been in for months. It slowly drove her insane, not being able to interact with her best friend, it slowly destroyed her to realise that she was the sole cause of her father's death, Clarke felt that her mom must resent her more than she already did, and that ate her up inside, ripping her soul apart.

A slight chill upon her skin alerted her to look around to the entrance of her cell, a sliver of light as the door opened to reveal a silhouette, a frown appeared as she tried to see who it was, the silhouette almost cautiously stepped into the room; making her get up from the bed and backing away. A hand shot out to grasp her wrist and he revealed himself, not giving her a chance to question what was going on. "You're coming with us, there is no time to collect your things" He yanked on her wrist almost painfully, a gasp falling from her lips as she was pulled out of the room.

A tight gulp as she tried to make sense of what was going on, a cacophony of movements around her, she was shoved into a dropship with ninety-nine others and harnessed into her seat by the guards, a few of the others who she recognised like Finn and Bellamy. What was going on?

The ship dropped from the Ark, she could feel her stomach barely holding onto the few morsels that she had for breakfast earlier that day, trying not to lose it; her eyes closed as she retreated within herself and shutting out everything. Everyone around her was falling apart, they knew they were being sent to Earth… To die.

Was Earth going to be kind to them?

Are they going to survive?

No one really knew, they held their breath and awaited their fates as they entered the Earth's atmosphere…