Dear whomever finds this letter,

97 years ago, the people of Planet Earth were sent into space. This was to preserve what was left of the human race after a nuclear explosion destroyed their homes, killing several millions of people in the process.

They began with thirteen space stations.

Realizing that they were better together, twelve of the thirteen space stations combined to become what is now known as The Ark.

Unity day began a new system of law and order. A Chancellor was elected, the leader of an elite group known as the council.

I won't go on about how the council became corrupted by pricks who could care less about anyone, but themselves. I won't tell you about how those who aren't on the council or have an in with the guard are treated like scum. I won't go on about the unjust system that is known as The Ark because it would be pointless and I don't want them getting any satisfaction off my anger.

Instead, I want this letter to be about my life so that when I when I'm floated tommorrow; my loved ones will have something to remember me by.

So, hi! My name is Emilia Ophelia Fox. To those that know me the best, I am simply, Emilia.

Seventeen years ago, I was born on the Ark to Peter and Sarah Fox.

My father worked in medical as a doctor. I can't tell you if he still works there because I haven't seen him in a year. He was among the best in his field, only second in command to Abgail Griffin so I feel like he's still okay.

My mother works as a commander of the guard, something she takes pride in because she is the first woman commander in 50 years. I know for a fact that she's still in the guard because mom wouldn't let sentiment get in the way of duty.

From a young age, I was trained to excel in both body and mind.

I remember seeing my first shock-lash wound as age four, tending to my first patient at six and breaking my first nose at seven.

(All were things my parents were proud of by the way)

(Yeah, I traced over it because I'm proud too)

I had exactly four friends.

Wells Jaha was my first friend.

Since I was always training, I never had time for other kids my age. Wells was different though. As the son of the chancellor, no one in class seemed to get along with him. Even the adults were wary of the seven year old boy. Whenever I went into the school playroom, I would find Wells, muttering to himself as his eyes scanned the pages of a new book. He always looked old, like the time alone had aged him. I still get angry thinking about a small Wells cuddled up in a corner while the other kids played and whispered around him. I remember walking over to him then saying we were going to be friends. I remember Wells seeming shocked at the notion then the bright toothy smile that overtook his features. From then on I knew, I would do everything in my power to protect that smile. As we got older, Wells grew into his old man persona. He was the only person who knew everything about me and wasn't scared.

My second friend was Clarke Griffin.

She looked like a princess the first time I saw her. Golden curls bouncing behind her, tendrils framing her heart-shaped face and bringing out the lightness in her bubbly blue eyes as she smiled. She asked me if we could be friends which I replied with a quick no.

My whole life, it has been dangerous for me to have any friends. Wells became an exception that my parents tolerated, but didn't appreciate. Even at a young age, I understood that I could never be like Clarke so there was no point in getting her hopes up over a friendship I couldn't contribute equally to.

I underestimated this princess though. With a mischievous glint in her eye and a smile that never left her face, Clarke shrugged and skipped away. From that day on, she would come up to me and ask the same question, always receiving the same answer. Sometimes, she would stick around and play with Wells while I studied. She always showed up with bruises. I thought that it could've been her parents, but Clarke assured me it wasn't. Then one day, she didn't meet me. My young mind was worried, but it wasn't until a group of boys dashed into the room, snickering about some little girl they had tormented that I sprang into action. It took about five minutes for me to punch all of them and find who they were talking about.

She was huddled in a corner, her blonde locks chopped in all sorts of angles and red-rimmed sapphires that met my eyes when I bent down beside her. I quickly wiped her tears, grabbed her hand and took her to my mother where we cemented our friendship with a fresh haircut and coloring books. Clarke showed me who I wanted to be and made me feel like I was worth something.

My third friend was Monty Green. Unlike my other friends, Monty wasn't born to a life of what others on the Ark regarded as "privilege". Since my mom had grown up in the lower class Farm Station, she understood what it was like to grow up without certain things that I had become accustomed to having. From the days I could walk, she would take our family and we would all work in the lower stations. My mom provided protection and rations for those without either. My father tended to the injured who couldn't afford to go to medical. I worked with both of my parents to make sure that no one was forgotten.

I met Monty when I was 10 years old while getting some herbs for my father. His dad worked in pharmaceuticals, so Monty was always hanging around the herbs. When we were young, Monty was shyer than most kids I knew. He had a couple of friends, but he mostly kept to himself which I never had a reason to address. Now I had a reason to talk to him so that's exactly what I did. The first time I ever talked to him was to ask about some of the medicine. His cheeks looked like apples as he stuttered out an explanation. If you had seen him then you would know it was difficult not being his friend after that. Monty allowed me to be free without pressure, something I didn't think was ever possible fore me.

Alongside Monty came my fourth and final friend: Jasper Jordan.

Now, Jasper was something special. While Monty was timid and modest; Jasper was boisterous and eccentric. I met him one day as Monty was showing me some engineering stuff I had no idea about, but that interested him. Jasper's first words to me were "So you're the pretty girl Monty is replacing me with".

I honestly didn't think I was going to like him.

He was the kid always looking for a punchline to a joke that only he knew about. He was constantly smiling and trying to get me to laugh. By then I had seen my fair share of corruption on The Ark so I wasn't buying anything Jasper was trying to sell me. I thought his whole attitude was fake because what kind of kid was always happy?

Then one day, I couldn't find Monty.

I asked his dad where he was and he told me that he was home. I made the short walk to his house because of something urgent that I needed to tell him I guess. When I knocked on the door, Jasper was the one to answer. The rings around his eyes were red and his face was flushed; like he had just finished crying. He let me in and told me that Monty went to get food. After a while, I got sick of the silence and asked him why he had been crying. This kid wiped his eyes and told me that he hadn't been crying, that I was seeing things. We then preceded to get into an argument about his crying. It was ridiculous honestly, something we both realized and began laughing over. I realized then that, I never wanted Jasper Jordan to stop smiling. Jasper gave me hope that one day I would be able to smile all the time.

Wells was the knight.

Clarke, the princess.

Monty, the wizard.

Jasper, the joker.

They all made my life better and I'm sad that it took me getting locked up to realized it. I'm grateful to have met them.

My life wasn't difficult.

I had decent parents, loyal friends, and a great future ahead of me.

I decided I would rather save lives than join a group of hypocrites who claimed to protect people. My ultimate goal was to one day become Chancellor so that I could finally rid the system of it's corruption.

Everything was great up until I got myself arrested. A day before my seventeenth birthday no less.

It's been a year since I was arrested.

A year without seeing my parents or seeing any of my friends.

A year to accept my death as I await my eighteenth birthday; which is tomorrow.

You see, all crimes on The Ark are capital offenses. So, if you are found guilty by the council for a crime, you are sentenced to death. However, if you are under the age of eighteen, you are sent to what we juvenile delinquents call the "Skybox"; a set of prison cells where kids under eighteen are sent to await their review trials.

I know though that most likely, I will be sentenced to die.

I won't fight them because I deserve to die after what I did.

So as I sit here in this bland ghost-like cell; I allow myself to feel content at the realization that this will be over tomorrow.

I close my eyes one last time and sing a hymn.

Mama, Daddy Can't you see?

What this world has done to me

Tell me who I'm supposed to be

Because I don't know if I can see me beyond the night

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SO, long time no see .

It's been well past a year, I know. I do however have a legit reason for my absence; life.

I've been going through a lot of the last year that has left little to no drive for me to write. A month ago, I was on a low. There were a lot of thoughts going on in my head that I'm not particularly proud of and that I won't go into with you guys. It was in this low point that I began writing again.

I began writing all kinds of stories, most of them fanfiction of course. Emilia and Diana(a protagonist from another story I wrote) became healing characters for me. Then I received one of those generic messages from and thought it might be better to publish some of the stuff I was writing about.

Long story short, I'm back and I'm ready to get back to updating! I will try to update this story every Friday. I will also try to update my other stories because those who have read them, deserve an ending. You guys have been dedicated to reading and giving me feedback which I've used and appreciated through my writing.

If you are new here, welcome! I hope you enjoy Emilia's story and I encourage you to check out my other stories.

THANKS FOR READING!

XOXO CHARIN