The 100: Emily Ashwood

"I haven't down anything!" I scream, "let me go!" They're going to float me. I flail my arm out with force, trying to throw a punch. The guard flinches with fear clouding his eyes, "you're going to earth, all of you," he grabs my arm. My heart feels like its plummeting to my feet. We're going to the ground... My name is Emily Ashwood. Number 75.


5. Again

I'm lying on the ground. The spear is only inches away from my ear and I can't get up because then I'll be easier to see. But I can't just lie here because they will spear me. Like Jasper. I'm trying to keep myself together and be strong but it's not working. I either get up and run or I lie here and try to fight them off. And I'll have to make this decision now because I've a feeling I don't have all the time in the world...

I must look so vulnerable. Lying on the ground with my hair all over. Dirt on my face, except for where the tears wiped away it away. I'm breathing loudly. Still trying to console myself. I'm just a bit damaged. I stare up into the trees...

"You have to calm down miss," a man speaks to the only woman I would recognise as my mother. She is rocking back and forth hugging her knees.

"This is a trap," she whispers, her eyes unfocused and wide, "it's all a trap!" She screams. The man jumps back from her.

"Mrs. Ashwood you must calm down," he tries to console her, "you're panicking the citizens, please come with me," he pulls her up onto her feet.

"Wait!" I shout. The man ignores me, "let go of her!" I scream. No one notices me. I turn and I saw a small red-headed girl around eight. She is yelling. A man holds her back. She tries to run towards my mother. The shock of realisation hits me. That little girl is me. My heart starts beating, very fast. It's happening again. I've seen it far too many times.

They push her into the room. The Chancellor is standing over there. Anger bubbling up in side me. My mother bangs on the glass, screaming about how she was right.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A TRAP, RUN FREE. ESCAPE," she screams. Panic is setting in. I know what happens next. I don't want to look but I can't get away. A scream and my mother is crushed in space. And it happens again. That falling feeling...

My eyes open. I'm tied to a tree hanging. Warm, sticky blood trickling down the side of my face. I try to see where it's cut but my arms are tied by my side.

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