CHAPTER 8

(DAY 5)

Clarke's POV

I went to go check on Alicia in the morning to see if she needed anything and if she was alright. I hesitated a little before I knocked on her door. Okay stop being so scared. She's just a girl. She can't hurt you. I took a breath and knocked three times.

"Come in!" I heard Madison say. I opened the door and spotted only Madison inside.

"Morning Madison. Do you know where Alicia went?" I asked.

"Um. She left an hour ago. I think to meet someone. I actually thought it was you that she was meeting." Madison said.

"Oh! I have things to do anyways it's fine." I lied. Is it bad that I feel kind of weird about not seeing her for so long?

"I'm going to meet your mom now. See you later Clarke." Madison said before strolling out of the room. I didn't have much to do so I went back to Lexa's room and drew. I just needed to clear my head and do something that I was completely sure of.

Alicia's POV

I walked to the gate of Polis once I got ready and waited for the brunette. But before I waited more than a second, she appeared from the trees.

"Alicia." Octavia said.

"Octavia," I responded.

"Let's go." She said. 25 full minutes of silence into the walk was completely awkward. I decided to start up a conversation.

"So Raven seems nice. Clarke too." I said. At the mention of Clarke's name Octavia stopped walking.

"Octavia are you okay?" I said. She looked like she was about to cry. I pulled her over to a log and say her down.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked cautiously.

"It's just... Clarke gets you, I mean someone that looks like someone she loved back in her life. While me. I just have to sit with the pain and truth that I will never see Lincoln." Octavia said.

"Do you mind telling me who Lincoln is? It's okay if you don't want to. I wouldn't want to overstep. I know it's not my place." I said.

"No, it's okay. He was my boyfriend. He was from Trikru but he was banished so he stayed with Skaikru, my brother's people. I fell in love with his kindness, heart, and bravery. He did so much for Skaikru but he was never appreciated. All he wanted was to belong in Skaikru and what he got was a death sentence as repayment. Does that even make sense? How can people, my own people, be so cruel. They ruined everything with their lack of trust and God complex attitudes. They're the ones that deserve to die, and not the clans they murdered. I can't even look at my brother right now without feeling disgusted." Octavia cried.

"I don't know if you want to hear this, or if this will help at all, but before I came to 2150 I lost my boyfriend too. His name was Matt and he was an artist. He grew up in a poor environment and never had the best, but you could bet that he was always the most positive person in the room. I was in a dark place when I first met him and he brought the light back into my life. Our world became infected with some kind of infection. I don't really know the specifics with the science, but it happened. He got sick and I was with him in his room... He told me to leave him so I wouldn't get sick and that his parents were coming home to take care of him. I knew he was lying. But I knew if I left him, he'd die alone. I didn't want to go I swear. I'd rather die and stay with him, but my parents dragged me out of his house. I even tried to go back after but my escape was interrupted by Nick having a seizure. i had to stay and help Nick. I told Nick I hated him after his seizure stopped and I cleaned him up. I never saw Matt again. All I have of him is the last drawing he did with a marker on my arm. I tatted it myself to remember him and my old life. I needed something to hold onto after the world went to shit, but I know I'll always have to live with the fact that I left Matt to die alone," I said wiping the tears away and slightly sniffling.

"Our lives officially suck ass!" Octavia said.

"Tell me about it. If you need someone to talk to about Lincoln or anything else, just come to me, Octavia. I'll be here to listen. I placed my hand over hand and gave it a good squeeze. It was nice to talk to someone who went through the same thing. Octavia was tough on the outside but was still just a girl on the inside.

"You aren't anything like Clarke's version of you. You're a lot less formal and more open then she was. I like that. By the way do you wanna still get the clothes? It's just over there." She asked.

"Yea let's go." I said. We went into a broken down warehouse with vines and trees growing inside of it. I collected clothes for my entire family, Strand, and Ofelia. As Octavia and I were packing the clothes away into a duffel bag we heard a twig snap.

"Get behind me now," Octavia whispered. I followed her orders while she pulled out her sword. We saw a man come in. This man looked similar to the warriors in Polis but he was in a different armor or uniform. Did this person belong to one of the other clans?

"Ice Nation!" Octavia hissed. Octavia did not like that nation or that man it seemed. This is dangerous this means. I don't know how to get out of this one. I'm a pacifist. This battle would have to be completely up to Octavia. Sorry, O. Please protect me too.

With the element of surprise Octavia attacked him and sliced his throat. The blood tricked to the ground faster than the amount of time it took for his head to hit the ground.

"Let's go now! We have to get back. It's not safe." Octavia shouted. She grabbed the duffle bag in one hand and my hand in another. We started running until we reach the gates of Polis.

"Alicia, bring the clothes back to your family and rest. You were good company today. I have to go report the attack to Clarke." she said before leaving.

I expected a dream before I even closed my eyes, and I was right. In my dream, I was standing in the room where I first met Clarke, but this time I was standing in Clarke's position. I was staring at a bearded man and a bagged woman. This woman I knew was Clarke even before her bag was removed from her head because of her figure. The only difference was that she had pink hair. Very rebel-like. I told everyone to leave and started to speak to Clarke. Before I could say anything else, she spat on my face. The spat jolted me out of the dream. Damn. Clarke looked so pissed.