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.


12. All my fault.

I open my eyes. No one is in the dropship. Just me. I hear ruckus outside.

"Bellamy! Get out here!" Some girl yells. I I pull myself up. Ow! What the..? I look down my stomach is bandaged up. I was stabbed? I try to hobble out of the dropship, hiding the pain. It feels like a deer is trying to charge at my stomach. I get outside. Everyone is running out into the camp. I limp over, clutching my hand to my wound. I shove past a few people. Is it a shooting star?

"They better have brought shampoo," a girl complains. Wait.. They? Is that a ship?

Bellamy tells us all to go to bed. He says we'll get to them in the morning. I can't stop myself from smiling. I spot Finn and Clarke coming back into the camp.

"Hey! A ship from the ark has landed! Straight ahead," I tell them, feeling excited.

"Grab your stuff, let's head out," Clarke begins, looking serious as usual. She doesn't even realise that I'm wandering about bleeding. How un-Clarke of her.

"Bellamy says we're going to wait until the morning," I explain.

"Where is he?" She demands, sounding agitated. Before I can answer she and Finn push past me. I shrug and head back to the camp. Everyone begins to head back to bed. I guess I've got to go into the dropship. I turn and then I catch her eye. Amanda is looking at me. I sigh and look back down and push past her into the drop ship. My wound hurts like hell but I continue on. I sit on my metal bench of a bed. There isn't much point in going back to sleep now... I sit on the bed doing nothing. My stomach really hurts. Amanda appears by the door. Before she can say anything I cut her off.

"I have nothing to say to you," I stand up, speaking sharply. I begin to walk and my legs turn to jelly. I find myself sprawled on the floor. Desperately trying to look like I'm perfectly fine, I try to stand up. Amanda puts her arms around me and tries to pull me to my feet, "I don't need your help!" I struggle, trying to escape her grasp, "you're a killer!" I finally get put off her strong hold and pull myself along to floor. Using the metal wall of the dropship, I haul myself to my feet. Trying to walk past her she grabs me.

"Wait!" She shouts before I can object, "it's not my fault, it's hers!" Amanda points am accusing finger at Eilidh, who has just entered the dropship.

"What's her fault?" A boy saunters over to us. He pushes Amanda but she stays standing. He must be friends with Eilidh.

"It's her fault that my only friend hates me. Oh and please feel free to stand back from me. Have you ever heard of toothpaste?" Amanda shoots back at him. His face drops into a glare. He pushes her harder and she falls back into me. Amanda leaps up at him and shoves him back. I gasp as I fall back onto the ground. She pushes him. Before I can do anything they're in a full blown fight. Wait.. Amanda isn't a killer? It was only defence... Oh my god... The boy falls beside me, struggling to get up. I can't get up myself. I try to stand but keep falling. The boy has gotten up and is now bringing out a knife. This is all my fault... I've got to do something..

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