Someone pounded on my cell door.
"Macedonia," I cracked my acclimated eyes open, waking up in the dark,
but not really wanting to, "Macedonia Vega, you have company."
I woke up feeling depressed again from the dreams I could not make myself remember.
I rubbed my humongous belly,
my shirt riding above my bulbous unnaturally huge body, I hated what I had become, but I rubbed my stretch marks all the same.
Pretending like I was not mentally here.
They were opening the latch, "Get up 271!"
I opened my gritty eyes, rubbing the crust off.
My cell door was opened,
Guards always present,
and fluorescent light from the hallway blinded my green eyes.
I fought against the morning haze in my brain, because I was no longer alone in my cell.
Sure I didn't know what time of the day it was, but I had adapted to it. My sleep cycle was all fucked up, even if I tried to follow it.
My circadian rhythm must be hating me.
My severely reduced in size stomach really hated me,
but that would have to wait.
I had company. There was a female medical apprentice outside of my cell, and two male guards had invited themselves in, a white coat woman behind them. Their indifferent hard-ass faces were a fortunate difference from the usual harassing Guardsmen. The first guard must be more than a few years older than myself, and the second was none other than Lieutenant Graco.
"Hello old friend," I teased the one man that could not care less about me.
I was thankful for that, like Bellamy I didn't want anyone's pity, he was not the type of person to give it.
My Cadet history would not give me any favors from here on out, not when all my jailers had graduated from the Academy I was once glorified in.
"Behave yourself Nia," he held the tazer ready in his hand.
The timid medical assistant at the front squeaked, "I am here for our weekly doctor visit," said the apprentice that had been treating me, and helped with Doctor Griffin, and left when she was told to do so. The young woman's eyes were small, dark, and frightened. She had a smaller physique, she had brown haired bangs that covered her eyes, and was clutching her board like a lifeline. Mousy, I decided.
"If you are feeling up to it, we can begin now," said the mousy apprentice, "we will have your check-up, and I will do your vitals."
I gave a long sigh, and really I was frustrated that the Mouse said it as if I had a choice.
I didn't get choices,
not anymore.
I didn't want them anyway. Mousy made the mistake of coming too close, it was the first kind touch I had recieved in a long time, a hand on my shoulder as the pressure cuff was placed, and the sweet feeling didn't last long.
The experienced Lieutenant Graco pushed me back and away from the apprentice,
like I had tried to attack the innocent woman, "She is a killer," he reasoned with the naive assistant, prodding me backward with the tazer, like it was his baton, it shocked my arm, I bit back the curse on her lips, "she killed two people already."
"Don't taze her! She is harmless," Mousy analyzed, too kindly of the person she was treating, "She has no friends, no family, who is she going to fight for? What would be her reason to harm her? For God sakes she is pregnant Lieutenant Graco."
I didn't need to have people to fight for,
not when I felt like tearing off someone's ear again.
Lieutenant Graco knew me, that is why our superiors put him on my case, "still she cannot be trusted. Do not feel sorry for her, and in the future," he bent his head down to the apprentice small stature, "never tell me how to do my job. I am a Lieutenant of this Ark, a high ranking officer, and that thing," he pointed at me, "is my highest priority to keep contained. Do you know what she does? She rips men, woman, even little girls like yourself to shreds. Took down two of my men, beating them to death, gave them concussions, and ripped a man's tongue out of his mouth."
I smirked, I enjoyed hurting that perverted asshole.
"I had to tell his mother that I allowed a felon to hurt her only son. Lucky for him Doctor Griffin patched him up before he lost his tongue. Do you hear that, Prisoner 271, he is doing fine, no thanks to you."
I muttered something vile, I didn't really know what it was.
"What did you say?" He yelled in the my face, and the apprentice flinched in surprise at his forceful loud voice. I was used to the guttural language. It was my brand of music.
"You dumb bitch, don't think I will not hurt you because you're pregnant," I looked down at her very obvious pregnant belly, truly smirking now, "just because I can't put a bullet in your head, here and now, I would still do it. But you better believe when your time comes around," I dropped my smirk, "no one is going to give two shits what happens to you, are you listening to me!"
I didn't have the luxury to react, "stupid bitch, you better be listening,"
the spit from his abrupt scream was still on my face, and it was killing me not to rub it off and push it back down Graco's throat.
Alpha dog asshole, I rebelled in my mind.
"You are nothing," a furious Graco tells me after the assistant gets my blood, piss, and whatever it is she wanted.
"No one is going to fucken remember you."
I don't think that was ever meant to be answered by me.
Sure,
I had become a failed guardsman,
who had once aspired to replace Commander Shumway,
but instead inhabited a new cell in Juvenile Lockup.
I would never speak to Bellamy or my traitor friends again.
That is what I chose believe, rubbing my baby-kicking belly endlessly, that is... why no one would remember me.
I accepted my failed existence,
Until, we were given the chance to be sent to Earth.