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The moon hung high in the sky as a single car sped through the sleepy town, it's wheels squealing whenever it attempted to peel away from a stoplight it had barely managed to stop at. The back bounced slightly as the music blaring from within it's cavity hit a heavy base song. It could've been guessed that it's inhabitant, a normally spunky eighteen year old girl by the name of Clarke, was singing along with the song and pushing the limits to feel a high but tonight it wasn't as such. Although her hair was swept up in a messy bun that still managed to appear to be some sort of golden halo, her face was flushed and tears were staining her cheeks as the makeup ran with it.

Her gaze was foggy and the road before her was hard to see, but her foot pressed further down on the gas pedal as she wove through the woods that marked the town's exit. It was stupid. She had been in town for a short visit, but it had already come to an abrupt halt after a one night stand had put her into the middle of a cheating man's chess board. Now she was making her hasty retreat and just hoping that the road wouldn't give her any troubles as her car burrowed into the wood's shadow. It was rather creepy. The trees were in tight rows and allowed only the occasional beam of moonlight to shimmer on her dashboard.

Wait, this is actually darker than normal. Clarke felt the tears well up once more as her nerves became a wreck and her fingers trembled on the steering wheel. This was a bad idea. It was too dark to be out driving and her vision was clouded. And that still didn't take in the matter that her thoughts were suffocating her and pressing her closer to the wheel with each beat of her pounding heart. I should turn around. Or maybe I should call someone so in case something happens. Her right hand left the wheel as she lowered the speed to it's normal speed of 40mph. Her fingers searched the passenger seat before flicking in the purse she had flung there. Her eyes shifted away for a moment as she grasped the phone and brought it closer to her.

Her hand jerked on the wheel as she righted the tires and let out a strangled breath. That was close. I have to be careful. She placed the phone on top of the wheel and while keeping the tires on track with the left hand, she tapped a text message into her phone with the right one.

"Headed back home. I'll be there in a few." She pressed the send button, eyes shifting back up as she adjusted her speed.

"Ugh, why are you telling me this?" The reply was quick, much faster than her mother normally took to answer. Her eyes shifted down as she read the message, and only then did she realize who she had sent it to. Bellamy Blake. A scowl made its way onto her face as she tapped in her reply.

"Meant for my mom. Sorry. Driving." Her fingers trailed on the screen as she tried to check that it had sent. She didn't want him to get any funny ideas. Her eyes lifted to the road and stayed put for a few seconds before glancing back down at the shiver of her phone vibrating.

"Be careful, Princess." Clarke puffed out a breath of air as her eyes rolled at the comment. Of course, he had to say Princess.

"Whatever you say, your highness."

Clarke fixated her eyes back on the road and suddenly she realized it wasn't as hard to see now. The tears had subsided and she felt a smile creeping onto her lips. Leave it to Bellamy to fix her mood without even knowing it. She shook her head to herself laughing loudly as she turned onto a new road. It was still heavily wooded, but it was much more narrow. The other side was vacant of other cars though so she allowed herself to hug the line and even cross over once in a while.

She drove for about another ten minutes before she felt a fresh wave of tears pursue her. Her lip wobbled slightly as she cranked the music up in an attempt to drown out the thoughts bursting in her head. Forget him. Her hands clung to the wheel as she continued along the road, her speed wavering above and below the limit as she became oblivious to the road ahead of her. It wasn't intentional. She just felt the urge to show off; to brag. She shifted the phone back into her hand as she tapped along a new text to Bellamy.

"I don't know what you're worrying about, this isdf" The text message was sent prematurely when the car swerved to the side and her thumb dragged across the letters. She let out a large breath and readjusted herself and glanced down at her phone.

"Clarke?" Cute, he's worried about me. She sneered down at the phone and tipped her thumb against the screen as she started to reply with an "I'm fine". But it didn't send. She hadn't even put in the letter 'n' in the word fine. Her message was left sitting in her phone unsent, while it was marked as "Clarke is typing" in Bellamy's phone. The road ahead of her had curved and when she left the road she had barely enough time to turn the wheel. She would've smashed straight into a tree, but instead it punctured the passenger side and left her to slam forward into the wheel. The windshield had shattered, the airbag had gone off and been punctured after doing its job, and the car was crumpled in on itself. And in the middle of it was Clarke. Her body was curled over the steering wheel, glass glittering in her hair and her seat pressed into her back.

All while a nervous Bellamy Blake stared down at his cell phone to see that it still said she was typing. Ten minutes after it had started transferring. His other hand clutched onto a home phone as he dialed 911, and asked for emergency personnel to check the roads leaving the town she had last been in. Within the hour she had been located, and his knees had buckled beneath him as his eyes found that unsent text still sitting there in his phone. "Clarke is typing."

And she was. She was alive. The text would be sent soon. The problem wasn't that she wouldn't want to.

The problem was that Clarke had no idea who Clarke was.

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