So, I am now writing a second story. The first for those interested isn't finished and wasn't that good but it was a crossover of Harry Potter and Bleach when I was super into Bleach fanfiction for a while. This will be a, 100 fanfiction. I am making my own character because I can, and she will be paired with Lexa. I am sorry for those that love Clexa. I do too but I need her to be normal and the leader we all want know.

I reread this story a couple days ago and have to admit. While it wasn't terrible it was kind of bad so I am going to slowly be going back through and fixing the chapters to where they hopefully aren't too terrible, especially considering that there is a huge drop off of viewers after the first chapter.

Also, I am desperate need of a Beta for my stories. No matter how many times I go back over or even read the story out loud I also miss something and it honestly drives me absolutely crazy.

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When the Fog Was Lifted

I have lived more than half of my life in a fog. The medication I took made my body feel as though I was moving up a river. It wasn't always like this but that was before I committed a heinous act. My parents were not the best, especially my mother who would drink. The few points that my father saved up and worked long hours every day to make was always used by my mother so that she could buy moonshine from the black market run by that lady in the kitchen. I don't know her name but I had seen her once or twice. My mother died first before my father came home and to be perfectly honest I am not entirely sure what had happened. Once he entered our living quarters it is like my memory simply stops. The next thing that is clear in my memory is waking up in the sky box with my arms and legs tied down to a bed.

My mother never wanted me. I knew this and as much as it hurt, I accepted it. She would call me things such as demon, hell spawn, and a mistake. Thanks to the fact that my father was never home, he couldn't protect me from her, not that he truly cared because he was normally to tired to handle anything by the time he came home. Things truly came to a tipping when she began to physically abuse me. She would continuously smack me in the back of the head or hit me with her belt, while telling me how much of a mistake I was. That if I had never been born then they would actually have the money to have a better life. The day that I snapped and finally killed her was the day she actually threw a bottle at me.

My 10th birthday had just passed when my mother seemed to finally go crazy. I can remember that she had thrown her glass bottle at me. That I had grabbed the pocket knife my father had gifted me and stabbed her but I didn't stop. I continued to push the sharp blade into her chest and watch as that bright red blood poured from her wounds. How this beautiful color slowly stained everything around me. That red slowly faded to black in my memory as soon as my father walked into the room.

I awoke sometime later tied down a thin mattress. The room was empty except for a toilet and sink located in the corner. The walls were white. A few minutes later the door slid open smoothly and a man that I had never liked walked in. Thelonious Jaha in all his glory stood next to the bed. He asked many questions about what happened with my parents, things like why did I do it, what did I do, and how could I do something like that. When I did not answer any of his questions, he threatened me. If I didn't actually respond to any of his questions, then he would just have me floated and no one would care because why would the Ark waste resources on a murderer.

After that a red haze covered my vision and it was as though I watching a movie. I pulled and yanked at the metal cuffs that held me to the bed, as I screamed and roared at the man. Screaming about my parents were the monsters and I did nothing wrong. A medic came into the room and injected something into my neck after some guards held me down and everything once more faded to black.

I awoke a couple hours later to my wrists and ankles heavily bandaged with the white gauze already tinted with red from my blood. Over the course of the next few weeks, four meetings with Doctor Griffin, and one more from Jaha I placed on a medicine that clouded over everything. My limbs became heavier but also looser at the same time, my thoughts slowed down, and it became easier to just allow everything to fade out into the background.

As I grew older though the effectiveness of the medication began to lessen, as though their wasn't enough of the medicine in my system to continue being effective and when I turned 16 the medicine was changed and the effects were finally at the point where it was safe for others to be around me without myself reaching out to attack someone. Of course this didn't mean that I wanted to be around other people. I never had any friends because I did not feel that I fit in with the other children. It felt like I was on the outside looking in and with all the problems with my parents I didn't want anyone close enough to ask questions.

This didn't change the fact that I was deemed 'dangerous' to others. Doctor Griffin and Jaha made sure that I was always kept isolated from others , just in case I snapped once more. This meant that the only ones I interacted with was the guards who came in and made sure I ate my food or the one time a week I was allowed to take a shower. The guards were not nice and anytime I didn't follow the order exactly when they told me I was hit with a night stick or sometimes even the shock baton. I honestly didn't want to hurt others as it brought me no joy. I just wanted to be left alone as I didn't mind my isolation but the one thing I did mind was being touched. Anytime someone would place their hand on me, I would always panic and strike out at what I perceived to be a threat.

Anytime a hand comes near me my mind always goes back to when my mother would get close to me. I could feel the leather of the belt as it crashed into my back. Of her smooth skin as her hand struck me. My father was a very reserved man and never hugged me, so all touch had a negative connotation to me. Even though I was child at they time it did not mean that the guards were kind but thankfully they would only hit me once before I would kick into action. Now that I was older though? Sometimes once they were done beating me, I could barely move.

I am almost 18 years old. I think I have a couple more months until I am floated. I know that I don't have a chance to make it past 18. In some terrible way, I have accepted this but that might just be the medication that I am taking. Doctor Griffin talks to me twice a week or more depending on how she feels that I am handling everything. She tries really hard to get me to open up to her and talk about how I feeling, but it is really hard as it always feels like I am floating through a cloud. My mind to hazy and foggy for me to accurately tell her what is going on in my mind and I hated it. I would have rather been locked up

To tell her that it feels as though part of myself is missing. That I have this hole in my chest and weight on my shoulders, that I have no idea what is even causing it. I noticed that after the murder of my parents this hole appeared, and I knew it had to be because of the black out from my father's death.

For the first couple of years I would try to fight what the medicine was doing but now I don't really care. It makes no sense to fight something that wasn't going to ever change. Anytime that I meet with Doctor Griffin, the conversation always steers toward how I can further my mental health but honestly I don't feel that there is truly anything wrong with me.

I mean yes I 'technically' killed my parents but I know for a fact my mother dying was more an act of self defense and I have no idea what happened with my dad. I also had a slight anger issue and hated for others to touch me unless I knew them well enough. I have had a few incidents already because of guards grabbing me when I was not looking and punching them in the face resulting in noses to be broken and even sometimes a tooth to be knocked out.

I didn't have much area to exercise or walk about but I did have enough room to do body workouts, that used my own body weight against me. Every day like clockwork after breakfast was eaten I would do sit ups, push ups, squats, basically anything that caused my muscles to burn with fatigue by the time I was done.

This small activity allowed me to be in control in one part of my life. The guards hated that I did such things because they knew they couldn't stop me. The few times they tried I always made sure to tell Griffin and she was quick to stop it, as she said it was good for me to work out my aggression.

Fucking suckers.

The sudden and very sharp jerk, as well as the sound of other people screaming brought me out of the deep hole I pulled myself into. I tried to move away from the screaming but only managed to learn that I was currently strapped down into the chair, which honestly wasn't a new occurrence for me.

The amount of other kids on whatever or where ever we were was a new experience because I hadn't been around this many people in so long that it is disorienting. I hadn't seen any of them before, though some faces did look familiar. A sick smirk came across my lips when I spotted some kid named Marvin? It doesn't matter. He tried once when we little to bully me but I punched him square in the throat and he never bothered me again.

In all honesty I am not entirely sure when I was moved?

It's never a good sign when that happens. When I remove myself so far from my surroundings that I don't know what is going on around me.

Giving a sharp tug on the straps holding me down I finally notice the new wrist accessory I have on. Usually, I have a blood red colored band that lets people know that I am dangerous but it seems to have been replaced by a piece of metal and judging by the strange sharp pain coming from the area, it is some type of monitor.

I bet the guards were pleased that I didn't cause them any problems when they moved me. Normally I get a swift punch or kick in when they enter my cell but I guess it doesn't really matter anymore.

I can hear Jaha's voice, his words like they normally are just going in one ear and out the other, though some girl yelling does catch my attention. She is yelling at some boys who are out of there seats and are floating through the air?

Finally I look closer at the area and realize that I am in a fucking ship and I think we are going onto earth. I look forward to when my feet can touch the earth and I can see colors others then just the white of my cell. That finally I can see actual trees. Of course this will only be true if we don't die as soon as the doors open.

I spent almost 8 years inside a room that was barely 6 by 6. The only true color in the cell was the toilet that was silver. Everything else was white. White walls, white sheets, and even white clothing. The only time I would see color was when the ship turned enough that I was able to see just a sliver of the Earth. The green of the world was vivid and I still have never seen as beautiful as the small stretches that were obviously covered in trees. This only occurred once in a while and my attention would always be glued to the Earth until I could no longer see.

The girls voice draws my attention once more and then recognize that it is Clarke. She is the daughter of Doctor Griffin. I haven't seen her in years. Never once when I had to visit the clinic to have a check up or go for scheduled appointment was she ever present. Probably because Abby was concerned I would do something.

The ship rocks once more and finally everything seems to have calmed down enough but the two of the three boys are thrown harshly into the metal of the sides of the ship. The sounds of their bones shattering and breaking push back another wave of the fog that wants me to just close my eyes for a while. It feels like something is slowly pushing my eyes closed and my brain to shut itself down.

Giving my head a hard shake before finally looking over at the girl that is staring around at everything in wide eyed wonder. Her eyes are shining brightly when she makes eye contact with me.

She reaches over and grips my hand tightly and I quickly rip my hand from hers. My lip curling back in a snarl as my heart rate spikes for a second. The medication seems to float a little heavier in my system from the sudden intrusion into my space.

My eyes turn down when her eyes darken in hurt at my reaction. I look down and away as I mumble out an apology to what looks to be a very kind girl. Placing my hands between my clenched thighs, I close my eyes tightly and allow my mind to gently float away for the time being. Barely taking note of when the ship finally touches down onto the earth.

The story gets better I promise. The plan I have is that there will be about 20 chapters at the most. I don't plan on killing Lexa because seriously fuck that. I don't plan to kill Clarke or my OC but there will be a few deaths so just giving you a heads up.