(A/N - Sorry I haven't updated in forever, I was struggling to carry it on but now I've got a great story line so I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it!)
"Miss Griffin, it's been a week, please eat something. You have to eat." I try to block out the voice of the guard, it seems that every time he speaks a new kind of sadness hits me. You know sometimes when something horrible has just happened in your life and you're standing at the edge of the cliff. Of course you just want to run away from the cliff and the sadness but when people try to sooth you or make you feel happier. They end up pushing you off, just like that, you snap. Right now I'm 2cm from the cliff's edge and every time someone mentions his name, or tries to make me eat or sleep or do some physical activity apart from stare. I'm a step closer to breaking.
"I don't want your pity." I state angrily.
"Ea-."
Suddenly, I just snapped. "Leave me alone! You have no idea what pain I'm in! It's your fault he's dead! Your fault! I HATE YOU! Just leave me alone and let me die!" I fall to the ground in tears, as if my legs have just given up on me, like I gave up on believing Bellamy was alive. I gave up on him like you fall asleep, slowly then all at once. I watch sternly as the guard leaves the room, I can't do his without Bellamy, it's impossible. But I know one thing, I have to get out of this hell hole. I don't know how I can do it without him, but he would at least want me to try.
I push myself to stand and I look around the white room, I place my fingers on the wall and trace all the straight lines. Thinking of a plan to get back to camp. Looking up, I see an air vent, and an idea pops into my head. Yet next to the air vent is a security camera, spying at my every move. I search around the room to find something long and thin. There's this long, thin pole attacked to the end of the bed and I sprint to it and tug it from the bed. Finally, the bed gives up and I whack the pole into the security camera, which shatters to the ground in failure. The air vent is in the middle of the room and too high for me to reach on my own, so I try to spot something for me to move and use as a step up. Oddly, there's this lonely chair in the corner of the room, I stride towards it and scrap it toward the middle of the room, accurately under the vent. Standing on the wobbly chair, I try to get myself balanced before trying to open the vent. I have to admit the Mountain Men weren't as stupid as I though putting an air vent in the room as it's securely locked. I push, pull and shove the vent but it won't budge. The gaps in between aren't too skinny, so I squeeze my left hand through to feel around for a lock of some sort. But I feel nothing, then I can hear the calls of some guards – they know about the smashed security camera. Trying to pull my left hand out, it seems to of suddenly grown bigger as it doesn't seem to come out. I silently curse as the guards voices start to become clearer and clearer. Suddenly, I lose my balance and the chair falls to the ground and I'm just left there hanging by my hand. I bite my lounge to stop myself from screaming and yelping in my pain. The vent bars seem to be digging into my wrist and I grit my teeth, my hand seems to be twisting out of place and I'm prepared to hear a bone crack. There's a sudden clank and I crash to the ground, my left hand is all bruised and floppy, I swallow my sick and I look up to see the vent cover wasn't there anymore, instead it was broken on the ground. The guards are so close so I try to stand up but my left hand is useless. I have to use my upper body strength (I have none) to pull myself up. Once I'm up I grab the air vent cover and the chair. Standing it up right, I climb onto it. I throw the vent into the hole before trying to jump in myself. Sadly, it's extremely hard to do so, I suck on my cheeks as I accidentally squash my left hand under my stomach as I wriggle my way into the vent. I take a huge gulp of air before hearing the cell door unlock, I grab the vent cover and place it over the hole, and I try to stuff it into its holes given to make sure it's hard for the guards to follow me.
Once the guards are in the room, I'm already crawling as quietly and efficiently as I can down the air vent. I've never really been claustrophobic since I lived in space but lately, I've hated small spaces and this one was definitely not one of my favourites. I take deep breaths as I crawl faster and faster, trying as best as I can to not notice my deformed hand. I keep going. The vent seems to be never ending and I curse through my teeth, I suddenly stop and take another breath. Trying to take in what's been happening. He's dead! I start to cry and hit the vent as hard as I can in anger, not stopping and I swear I actually made a dent but I can't tell because I'm falling and once I hit the hard ground, I cry a little bit more. The vent couldn't handle me. I blink a few times to figure out where I am but after standing up, I realise I'm in another white room full of bodies. DEAD bodies. I place my hand around my mouth to stop myself from gagging. I keep walking around and looking at the bloody bodies covered in a plastic sheet. I think I recognize a ring and I double tack to prey I was mistaken, but sadly I'm not. I take a few more steps toward the body and I look at the hand dropping from the cover. I can't see the face but I think I know who it belongs too. The ring was something Bellamy always wore, it was something his mother gave him before she was floated. I take his hand in mine and cry, I shake the hand to see if he has any life left in him. If my tiny bit of hope was right. That I could save him and we could escape together, hand in hand. I gasp and let the hand go.
The hand just falls lifelessly back to the side.