Hello you all out there.
This is my first FF in this fandom so please be gentle:)
This will be a Clexa story but not romance. I hope you'll stick around anyway and let me know what you think.
I hope to update once a weel but I can't promise anything since I have a few things going on in real life right now that need my full attantion from time to time:)
Now, here we go with the Prologue:)
Disclaimer: I do not owe anything about The 100 and do not make any money with this story. It's just for fun!
Prologue
A cold stormy night was a total cliché for this event, but the young teenager who was wandering down the streets with a bundle of blankets in her arms didn't care for things like clichés.
The rain was pouring down on her, her blonde hair plastered to her flushed face and her clothes soaked through completely. She didn't let her goal out of her sight though. Only a few more minutes and she would reach the building that she had been eyeing for months now. Every time she had gone by on her bike on her way to school, her eyes had lingered.
It could have been her salvation a few years ago, but now she was too old. Her time had passed by but there was still hope for someone else. Someone who was very dear to her heart and she would break her it giving her away but it would be for the better. She would have a chance for a better life. Without screaming and beatings and drugs. Maybe she would even turn into an extrovert, instead of being closed off.
So the teen marched on, her arms becoming more tired with every step she took, but she was determined. Finally her eyes found the familiar walls of the old mansion. Slowly and quietly the girl took the few steps up the porch and sighed in relief when the sting of the raindrops stopped torturing her skin.
Gently she knelt down, the fresh bruises on her shins and knees protesting loudly and making her wince while she laid down her burden. The teenager felt tears flooding her eyes, mixing with the raindrops when they fell down her cheeks.
Carefully she peeled back the green blanket, revealing the small face of a young child. The girl's cheeks were rounded and blushed, her dark brown hair only slightly wet, but thanks to the protective blanket not soaked.
"I will miss you, baby." The older girl whispered, leaning over to kiss the child's forehead. When she pulled back, her hand found its way to the girls left brow, where an angry looking purple bruise adored her soft skin.
"You will have a wonderful life here and maybe you'll find a nice loving family. They will play with you, sing songs to you and maybe you'll have another sister or brother."
The last words almost stuck in the teenager's dry throat and suffocated her. Before a sob could tear out of her chest, she kissed the girl once more on the cheek and stood up with a groan.
Her left hand rose up and started knocking on the wooden door without hesitation. She didn't stop before she heard the first movements in the house and saw a small light turning on behind the window next to the door.
Without a glance back, the teenager ran.
Ran as fast as she could.
Back to her family's house.
Back to hell.
tbc...
I would appreciate it if you guys would let me know if I should continue. Cause if nobody is interested I obviously won't;)
P.S. I have not Beta. so all mistakes are mine!