Amreen had jumped too high, miscalculated and there was nothing for her to grip hold of as she hits the crumbling wall with a squeal and a smack.

The force she hits against the rock wall crushes the breath out of her and she knows her ribs on her left side are damaged, the dust and gravel sting her eyes; then she crumples, like an abandoned doll thrown across a room by a toddler in a tantrum.

She hit's the floor of the ledge with a painfully loud and horrible impact. A soundless scream escapes her as her shoulder threatens to slip out of it's socket, her fingers bend at an unnatural angle and then break; and then she smashes against the ground. Then, as if things weren't hellish enough, she was barely allowed time to try and recover as the ledge started to crack, and crumble.

Then it broke.

She dragged herself as close to the wall as possible, narrowly avoiding a plummeting death as the wide ledge became much thinner.

She wheezed out, spluttering as she tried to get her breath back,which was hard given how much pain and panic was pumping through her bloodstream. Even with the threat of the possibilty of what was left of the ledge breaking away, she couldn't climb like this; she was trapped.

Getting on her knees she gritted her teeth biting into her lip and drawing blood as she screeched whilst pushing her two left fingers straighter. She manages to tear a scrap of fabric from her shirt and then bind them, shaking and hysterical as she does so and the tears stream down her face as she tries to calm her pulse, but the pain has introduced a fever into her system and she was shaking like a leaf. She was going to die out here.

She had no saviour.

"Help me! Someone help!"

The call was muffled, she was barely able to make out the words; words that weren't hers.

Someone else was out there.

Through blurred vision she could see a figure hanging from a sprouted branch. Another survivor from factory station, another girl that was doomed to the same fate as Amreen.

She watches as a red rope is lowered down to the girl, and she tries to shout, to alert the girl's rescuer that she needs saving too. She finds herself too late to try and do so as the inky darkness of unconsciousness steals her away.

The next thing she knew she was being jostled, an agonized moan left her lips and then her eyelids fluttered open. Pain radiated through her skull and she groaned again, head lolling against a warm shoulder as hands moved to grab her and lift her to her feet.

"Amreen, Hey Amreen!"

A hand was gripping her chin and she blinked rapidly trying to get her sight to focus. Brown eyes were studying her with a concerned expression and then a canteen of water was passed to her lips.

"Cyrus," She mumbled.

Find Cyrus. She needed to find Cyrus.

She tried explaining this to whoever it was currently holding her, but her words and her mind and her body were all disconnected and all she could do was utter her brothers name.

"Hey, hey it's Bellamy, we're going to get you up and take you back to the others okay?"

Her brows furrowed, she had missed more than half of what he had said, what, what had he said his name was?

"Bellamy?"

She didn't register his nodding, the hazy stupor from unconsciousness was taking it's time to leave her, and her mind was currently more than a little disjointed.

She felt broken.

He tried to hide his concern for her current state but she managed to catch the alarm in his eyes.

"Yeah Bellamy Blake, do you remember me? You worked with my mother mending clothes."

The puzzle pieces fell into place and she could finally match his freckled face to a memory.

"You're the one with the sister."

She heard him sigh in relief.

"Yeah Octavia, good, yeah."

Looping her arm over his shoulder he then handed her some kind of sharp metal tool, to which she stared at blankly.

"My friends are gonna pull us back up, but it's not so stable around this part of the cliff so were going to have to help them out."

He then pointed to the piece of metal in her hands.

"That's a climbing axe, it'll help anchor us, i'm going to keep hold of you so you'll need to dig it into the rock to help them lift us, think you can do it?"

Amreen looked at Bellamy then to the wall. She nodded.

She had to do this. She had to get to Cyrus.

"Okay here we go. You guys, pull us up!"

He shouted upwards, and Amreen was starting to relax under the thought of being safe now, she'd been rescued and she'd get to go back to the rest of the arkers; to Cyrus.

Then she wondered if it wasn't the factory station drop ship that had been cursed but herself, as atleast the others from factory had faced a much swifter death.

Bellamy had decided to shift her weight in his arms to allow the group at the top to pull them both up faster, hoisting her up with a hand squeezing her injured ribs unknowingly and she let out a screech and through panic she had slipped from his hold.

Bellamy reached for her but she had ghosted through his fingers as they brushed over her clothing. Her arms flapped like a flightless bird and she hacked at the rock wall with the tool in her hand to try and stop her descent but it just wouldn't stay put and she kept stopping then slipping, then stopping and slipping all the way down the cliff until she was collapsed against the ledge she'd started off on.

"Amreen dammit, are you alright?"

Amreen laughed. Alright? Was he expecting her to answer that question with a yes or something alike? Of course she wasn't alright. She'd sent more time on Earth in it's skies than on the ground as of yet, and every time she had hope of being safe it had shattered.

She responded back to him with some rather colourful discourse, which he seemed to take as a good sign, and then he was being lowered back down to take her to the top again.

Neither of them had noticed that Amreen's fall had created a slowly growing fissure in the already unstable ledge.

Neither of them expected it to disintegrate as Bellamy reached out a hand to her as she pushed the climbing axe into the ledge to help pull herself to her feet.

The ledge was falling to the ground in boulders and a cloud of dust and again so was she.

The ledge had broken and so had her hope of being rescued.

She fell at such a rapid pace that the climbing axe started to create sparks as she hacked at the wall to bring herself to a stop, and again it just wasn't sticking into the rock.

It lodged into a sprouted branch on the cliff and through the blood rushing in her ears she could barely hear the sound of Bellamy yelling at her telling her to hold on because she had fell too low and now they needed to make a bigger rope.

Then the climbing axe ripped out the sprouted branch by it's roots and she had just enough breath to scream out a profanity, and then she was falling again until she wasn't.

If she ever saw Bellamy again she'd yell at him and probably slap him for giving her such a shitty tool.

She could just barely make out his silhouette before the world rolled inside her head and she fell into darkness.

Dead.

They had left her on the cliff face, abandoned all hope of saving her, because after every injury and fall she had endured they had assumed she was dead. Her life wasn't worth the hassle of putting another at risk and increasing the number of casualties, especially not when she may not have even made it back to camp alive with her wounds. It was the logical thing to do, they had atleast attempted to get her, and she understood their reasoning to decide to leave her behind.

They had probablly shouted to her when she was unconsciousness and took the lack of response as a fatal injury.

They hadn't known she would have survived the other fall, she didn't think she would have either.

They thought she was dead, had left her, and the realisation that she had been left utterly alone, with broken hopes of being saved hurt her more than the wounds she had sustained.

Unless she decided to save herself.

There has to be another way. Find another way.

Sucking in a breath Amreen pulled herself to her feet, biting her lip to ignore her protesting limbs and using the climbing axe as a crutch, since she was sure she had sprained an ankle. She swayed on her feet as the world around her focused into turning upright and she scanned her surroundings.

The ground was still too far away for her to reach so that was completely out of the question.

She started walking along the narrow surface, vertigo causing her to stumble into a boulder, painting the sandy coloured rock pink with her blood. Her lip curled at the grim sight of it and she pulled herself back up clutching her side with one hand and the climbing axe with the other.

Her dark eyes brightened a little.

She had found her escape.

An almost unnoticeable rubble pathway that wrapped all the way around the cliff face. It would include a lot of walking and jumping, and then eventually some climbing, but it was her best shot.

This was her other way.

At the top of the cliff she saw green and fell to her knees.

She had made it.

She wasn't dead. Just a little broken.

a/n: I had planned to get this out two days earlier but I accidentally deleted half of it in editing so I had to rewrite. So I apologize for the wait, next one shall come much sooner.

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