**Clarke**

I know I have to get out, but how? How am I going to escape this hell hole? There are guards everywhere and I'm under surveillance. All I want to do is see Bellamy, I want him to tell me if what they showed me was the truth or if they are just playing tricks with me mind. But I'm so confused! I don't know anything anymore.

I'm slouched against the wall, my knees bent and my hands over them – thinking. The cheesy music plays which makes me even more impatient. I feel like I should scream and scream.

My body is mine again until they need me for their next experiment. But I don't know if I can wait that long. I've never felt claustrophobic but this annoying room is making suddenly making me feel it. Looking around I try to imagine what Bellamy is thinking, what's wrong with Clarke? Why does she hate me? Is it even Clarke in there? These thoughts send shivers down my spine, so I quickly wash them away. I stand up. I pace around the room until I can think of any bright ideas. I look at my door and see it has a round, glass window in it. I tip toe to the window and look through – nothing. I look up to see the security camera, watching my every moves. I turn away and walk to the bed which is next to the IV machine. I take a deep breath before yanking the beeper away and grabbing the stick in my hand. Rushing to the door I'm about to smash the window before looking up and realise that I'm being watched. So instead I smash the camera from behind then smash the window. The satisfying sound of the broken glass spreads a smile on my face, I was free. Well nearly anyway. Putting my arm through, to find the lock on the other side, makes the glass scratch at my bare skin. Finally, I find the lock and click it open, stupidly I snap my arm back not realising that the glass attacked my arm. I try to gulp down my vomit as I see the giant gash on my arm. After a few breaths, I open the door, taking a piece of broken glass with me.

Slowly, I tip toe out, checking for any guards – I continue. I don't know where Bellamy's room is but I need to find it. There doesn't seem to be many guards around so a little bit of worry spreads through, maybe they're not here for a reason?

I don't take the risk, I just run. I run as fast as my tired legs can take me. My breath runs out quickly but I keep going – I have to keep going. All I know is that Bellamy is on the same floor, that he is someone down these never ending, white corridors. I notice that Monty's cell is now empty, confusion runs through me but I don't stop.

I'm about to run down my fifth corridor when I see two doctors strolling down it instead. I turn back and hide behind the wall, peering down at the glass in my hand. I know what I have to do. Their voices get louder as my breathing becomes quieter. I can do this. 3, 2, 1. I jump up the glass struck in front of me.

"Oh my god." One of the doctor jumps back. He gulps and stares down at his friend, who now has a piece of glass stuck in his chest. I pull it out and drop the glass, startled about what I had just done.

"I-." I stutter, but the doctor doesn't seem scared, more like intrigued. Maybe this is all part of the job, maybe this is a test, a test to see what I'm really like. The thoughts frighten me but I don't push them out, I just stand there- facing him. Obviously, I should be running now but I just feel paralyzed to the spot. I don't trust this guy but then again I rarely trust anyone. Maybe I can trust him or at least pretend too.

"I won't hurt you." He explains, dropping his clipboard and tools on the floor.

"Where is Bellamy?" I demand.

"Who?" He plays dumb.

"Blake! Bellamy Blake!" I scream.

"Oh, room 34." He exclaims, why don't I believe him?

"Why are you helping me?" I question.

"Because, I believe what they're doing to you is wrong."

"I don't believe you." I sternly reply.

"Fine. Don't." Silence fills the empty corridor. I have no idea what the doctor is going to do until he pulls out a radio. "Subject 98 has escaped cell unit, I repeat 98 has escaped." My reflexes aren't as fast a million doctors and guards suddenly turning all the corners – coming for me. I push past the doctor that gave me away and I sprint to room 34, he might be lying but I have to start somewhere. Bellamy I'm coming.

A voice I recognize comes from behind me. "Clarke stop! It's not safe unless you're supervised."

I cock my eyebrows as I turn around to face me doctor. "Sorry doc, but I think I'm pretty supervised."

"You're bleeding?" The doctor states, making his way towards me. "We're here to help you, why won't you believe us?" While he tells me that, I see him make a gesture with his hands, but they confuse me so I stare back to him.

"Let me go!" I shout.

"Very well 98." I don't dare let hope spring inside me because I know he's not telling me the truth. Then I feel it, the needle.

"No." I whisper.

"Sorry Miss Griffin, but you just don't seem to realise, we can't let you go. Not after we got so far with you. You're special Clarke." A cocky smile spreads on his face. "The others, we'll demolish after a few more experiments." I think about Monty's empty cell. "But you, you're our little princess and we can't let you go so soon."

Anger thrives within me and I fight back with all my might. I kick and scratch as many people as I can. After a few seconds I sprint down more corridors, desperate to see Bellamy one more time. Room 36. I'm getting closer. Room 35. One more, but suddenly the injection kicks in and I fall to the ground. My head hitting the floor hard, my arm still spilling my blood everywhere. But I need to continue. I have to keep going.

"Bellamy." I whisper, pushing myself to stand up. I can start to feel my mind escaping my body, so I move faster. Exhilaration explodes within me as I hear the faint shouts of the doctors and guards. "34." A small sigh of relief escapes from my lips as I knock on the door like a crazy person. I just wanted to see his face one more time, once more as myself before the drugs kicked in. I had too. Eventually, Bellamy's face appears in the glass window in the middle of the door. He smiles when he sees me but he also has worry all over his face when he sees my bloody arm.

"Clarke." He shouts. "Open the door Clarke."

My eye sight becomes blurry as I try to fiddle down the door to find the lock. My pulse starts to race and I feel like I'm being spun round and round. My head is banging, for a second I place my hand on my head and once I take it off there's blood. The sounds of the guards are getting closer and closer. I gasp and finally I hear the lock click. The door opens. I'm prepared for a soft hug, to be reunited with the love of my life, but all I feel is the solid ground and my body on it. The last thing I hear is my name being called. Bellamy.