More In Depth Summary: Being in solitude for three years changed Kaya Campbell, for the better and worse. Kaya didn't know what to expect with her life, besides impending death from the Council or herself, but when all the delinquents are forced to go to Earth, a place that is said to not be survival, it changes everything. There, on Earth, she's forced to accept new rules, new people, new environment and new demons that could possibly kill her, unless she starts changing her ways.

Warning: Self-harm, depression, sexual content. Eventual Bellamy/OC

Chapter One: Birthday Girl

The pencil moved quickly, forming shapes all over the paper. Her hand was aching but she refused to slow down, wanting to finish the drawing before her father woke up. Looking behind her shoulder for the twelfth time to check, she finished with the planet and dropped her pencil.

"Done," Kaya whispered, pleased with herself. She had drawn the entire solar system in less than thirty minutes. She definitely was going to rub it in a certain someone's face who had said she couldn't do it.

Getting up, silently and quickly from her chair, she walked up to their fridge and opened it. In the empty fridge, was her piece of cake she had been saving. Cake wouldn't be the most accurate word for it, just being a piece of bread with a sugar sprinkled over it and some coconut shaving. But because it was her birthday, it was called cake.

She grabbed the piece and carefully moved it so she was able to grab her bag and the cake at the same time. Glancing at the clock, seeing that she was running late, Kaya started walking towards the door, moving the piece of cake in front of her. But as she reached the front she felt someone pull her back. Crap, so close.

"Kaya, where are you going?" her father asked her, his eyes boring whole to her.

Her eyes widened in surprised, having thought he was sleeping. But apparently he wasn't. Taking deep breaths, she looked at him straight in the eye.

"Out." She was relieved her voice came out steady.

"I know. I can see. But where?" he told her.

Kaya glanced at the cake. "I was just going to drop this off. I was going to come back quickly." She made another go for the door but was pulled back by him again.

He shook his head. "Not tonight."

"But I promised I would bring him cake," she protested, thinking back at her promise. She never broke her promises, especially to her best friend. Only friend.

Giving her an uncertain look, her dad grabbed the cake from her hands and placed it in the table.

"Kaya we need to talk," he grabbed her hand and led her to one of the chairs.

"But—"

"Kaya sit down, stop being stupid," he snapped.

Immediately, she sat down, feeling fear shooting up. Don't upset him, just listen. Her dad squatted in front of her.

She fidget in the chair, wondering if he was going to yell at her. It wasn't the first time she was caught. But he usually would just tell her to ask him and let her go, knowing she would try to get up and leave. But instead he was making her sit and wanted to talk. He never wanted to talk unless—

He's being too nice she thought grimly. He wants something. Dammit.

Maybe he wanted her to do him another of his 'errands', making her glowered at the thought. He promised he wouldn't do that on her birthday. On her birthday was the only time he tried, when he remembered that he was a father.

"How was today?" he asked her conversationally. Kaya pursed her lips, trying to hide her surprise. This usually wasn't his ways to make her do something. He usually was straight forward and told her what she had to do. He's definitely up to something.

"It was nice. Thank you for the cake, you didn't have to get me one. I know how expensive they are," Kaya told him politely, knowing well that he loved being complimented, as if her was the best father in the world.

"Of course I had to. You only turn fourteen once and you're my only daughter," he said with a teasing smile.

"What do you want?" she asked suspiciously. Who the hell was this man and what did he do to her emotionally detached father.

"Always to the point," he sighed, seeing she wasn't buying his parent concern act.

"I have somewhere to be... so what do you want?" Kaya repeated, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Kaya," her father said seriously, placing his hand on top of hers. She removed her hand immediately, cringing at his touch. "You know things have been difficult between us for a while."

Yeah, like since when mom died. Thirteen years ago, Kaya thought bitterly, pulling her hand away from him.

To say Kaya and her father didn't have the best relationship was an understatement. He wasn't horrible, like abusive but he wasn't the most affectionate or responsible father. Never hugged her, or called her pet names or remembered to assists to the pageants she was part of or hanged her drawing or told her he loved her. It didn't help their relationship when Kaya was ten, she had found out by a neighbor that when her mother had found she was pregnant, he had been angry. Saying they couldn't afford a child and that even if they could, he didn't want one. So when her mom died, leaving him alone with her must have been a way for karma to pay him.

At her discovery, her resentment changed to hatred. She would barely acknowledging his presence. Same went with him. It seemed to work out fine for them. She barely was in their apartment and when she was there, he was either working or sleeping. The only time they spend time with each other was in her birthday, and it was simply awkward ten minutes before she left to spend the rest of her birthday with people that actually cared about and for her.

"Really? I didn't know," she told him flatly. She just wanted him to tell her what to she had to steal or mess up this time so she could leave.

"You are so much like your mother," he muttered darkly. "Which is very unfortunate."

"That's nice," Kaya said unimpressed. His humor disappeared and it was replace with an urgent one.

"You have to promise me something," he said, his eyes trained to the clock behind her shoulder.

"And why would I do that?" she asked coldly. She wasn't liking how he was acting, it was to suspicious. His kept darting to the door and he wouldn't stop touching her, as if this was the last time he would ever be able to. "I don't owe you anything."

Seemingly ignoring her, his eyes kept darting to the door as if he was expecting someone. "You're my daughter, you know that? My flesh and blood."

"No I did not know that," she snapped, unable to stop herself. Shock went through her spine, this being the first time he had ever said those words. "Because you don't love me. You don't love anybody."

"Kaya," he said sharply. "Right now isn't the time for your judgment."

"Oh it is," she snapped. She had every right to judge him. She had so many thing on him. From his negligence to his illegal's jobs to forcing her to help him. She was mentally preparing herself to clean up his mess again. That was the only time he remembered he had a daughter. "What do you want this time? For me to steal something? Or deliver something illegal? What is it this time?"

"Family will do anything for each other. Meaning helping them in a tough situation," he started. Kaya looked at him cautiously. "We make mistakes and well, I did something that I shouldn't have done and now it's going to get me."

"That's a new one," Kaya gritted, clenching her fists. "What did you do know?"

Her father sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Kaya, I know what you're thinking—"

"No you don't know. You don't know what it's like to have a dad like you. Who doesn't give a shit about me, is never there for me and does all this illegal stuff and can any second come and be floated—" Kaya gasped, her mind already coming to the worst. "Are you being floated? Is this is what its about?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "No, thank God I'm not the one to be floated."

"Not the one—What?" She pushed him away from him and got up from the chair. "What do you mean that you're not going to—

"Kaya that whatever happens, you will not mention whatever I made you do, all the dirty jobs and errands and stealing? Do you understand—"

He didn't get a chance to finish. In that moment the door flew open and two guards walked inside. At first she was confused, thinking it was a surprise inspection. She saw her father didn't look surprise.

"What did you do?" she hissed.

"Cleaned up a mistake," he said, causing a painful pit form at the bottom of her stomach.

"Kaya Campbell you're under arrest for theft and assault," said one of the guards. The other one, walked toward her and pulled her away from her father.

"What?" she exclaimed, shaking her head. She looked at her dad accusingly. "You piece of shit. Is this what you were trying to tell me?"

The same guard came back and tried to grab her but she pulled away. "Don't touch me," she snarled.

"Kaya," her dad started. "Remember what I said. Not a word."

"No. Don't. I can't believe it," Kaya said harshly, even though inside she was confused and terrified. She pulled away from the guards again and walked towards her father. "I didn't do anything. And you know it. What did you do?" she asked, her voice harsh and trembling from the anger and fear coursing through her.

"I'm sorry Kaya," he whispered, pushing her away from him and handing her over to the guards. "But I can't take the blame, I'll be floated."

Betrayal filled her. She swallowed, feeling tears sting her eyes. Finally snapping she screamed. "I didn't do anything!" One guard grabbed her around the waist, more tighter and started dragging her out of the apartment.

"No," she screamed, kicking and twisting, trying to get out of the guards grip. "Let me go! You should be arresting him!"

"Kaya. It's alright," her father repeated, not moving from his spot. His face looked relieved, as if he was getting rid of burden. Her, his daughter. "I am really sorry I got caught."

"I hate you so much! I hope you suffer and get floated," she yelled at him, as the guards carried her away, with her still trying to get out of their grip. The guard let her go to be gripped by both arms by both guards. Outside her apartment, to her horror, were a bunch of her neighbors gathered around. All watching in distaste and talking to themselves. She could hear the whispered as she walked past them.

"... such a shame..."

"... stole from..."

"... so young and..."

"Kaya!" she heard her name be shouted out from the crowd of people. She turned around to see who called her name but she was dragged away from the people, not giving her a chance to see who it was. Although she had an idea who it was. "Kaya!" shouted the voice again.

Both guards gripped her arms, walking through corridors. Realizing it was useless, she stop struggling and just let them drag her away to the SkyBox.

Despite her anger and fear, there was curiosity filling her. Kaya had always wonder how the SkyBox looked. It was such a scary fascinating place that had always captured her attention, and know she was about to find out what was behind the mystery. As she entered it, the first thing she noticed was the noises coming from the delinquents. There was clanging, some whooping and laughter. She didn't know it was going to be that loud, she always thought it was going to be eerily silent. But this place full of teenagers, nothing was ever going to be quiet.

She wondered if they knew someone new was being locked up like the rest of them. Her eyes roamed around the prison. It was absolutely huge, the biggest building she had ever seen. They were tall buildings, and rows and rows of identical cells. Guards were everywhere, roaming around the walkways, making sure nothing happened. They led her up and were taking her, to what seemed to be the eleventh floor. She was in between both guards. Her eyes kept darting between them. One of them looked at her and she quickly averted her eyes to the floor. After passing many cells, the guards stop in front of a cell.

Her cell.

One of them, stepped forward, and unlocked the door. She stayed in her place and looked back to the guard who was next to her. He gently pushed her inside. The first thing she noticed was the wall in front of her. It was gray, dull and empty. She swallowed, her hands going to her necklace and touching it for reassurance.

The cell was bare, just like her home. It was small with a bed against one of the walls, a toilet in a hidden corner and that was it. In the middle of the room, was one small, circular window on top of the roof. Peering at it, she could see all black with cluster of stars. Kaya wondered if she would be able to see the earth rise.

" ... will be served twice a day, early morning and late afternoon. You'll only leave the cell for showers or a visit to the doctors. You are allowed to have visit twice a week," one of the guard instructed her. "If you assault a guard or cause any problems, you will be placed in solitary confinement and will lose the privilege to receive visits."

She looked at them in confusion, not realizing they had started talking. "Wait. What? I wasn't listening. What will be served twice a day?" she asked in panic.

The guard ignore her and started walking out of the door. The first one got out but the other one lingered inside, the one she made eye contact with. Kaya, for the first time, noticed how young and good looking the guard was. He was probably about nineteen or twenty, tall with blondish hair and blue eyes, that were filled with kindness and warmth. He didn't look intimidating, he looked like someone you could trust, making her not like him. He reminded him of someone she knew too much and it pained her of the thought of that person.

"Hope it was worth it," the guard told her, looking at her sympathetically.

"I didn't do it," she snapped, hating the way he looked at her. I really don't even know what I supposedly did.

"Look, it doesn't matter if you did it or not. In the end you're here, for the next... How old are you?"

"I turned fourteen today," she said sourly.

He whistled. "What a birthday. Four years you're going to be here. That sucks." She glared at him. "I've seen many delinquents come here, for many crimes. Theft, assault, murder and so many more. But they are all the same in the end."

"We're going to be floated?" she said sarcastically. "Look can you go now? You being here is reminding me even more how much my life sucks and that's saying something cause I have a shitty one."

"Okay, what I'm trying to say is everything is going to be alright. Just because you're locked up in here, doesn't mean you have to lose hope."

"Thanks for the unwanted advice," she muttered, going to the bed and sitting down, examining it. The blanket was at least soft, she noted, softer than the one she had back home. It was sad that this cell was more cozy than her home.

"Why are you still here?" she asked annoyed, still seeing him inside her cell. She cringed at hearing herself refer this place as her cell.

He grinned at her. What's up with him and smiling? Aren't guards supposed to be serious and stern, not happy and friendly. "I'm going to be a regular guard here, so I think it's nice if we get acquainted with each other. So there won't be any hostility."

"No I'm good."

"I'm Thomas," he introduced himself, ignoring her objections.

She stared at him blankly, not caring what his name was. "This is where you say your name," he prodded, still smiling.

"Weren't you the one who said I was under arrest?" she realized. "I remember. You pulled me away from my dad."

"Sorry about that. But I had to," he apologized. "It looked like you were about to murder him. Wouldn't want to be also arrested for murder, huh?"

"At least I would be arrested for something I did," she muttered sullenly.

"You're funny," Thomas grinned at her.

"And you're getting on my nerves," she said. He smiled at her. She threw her hands in frustration. "And stop with the smiling. No one smiles like that."

The guard, or Thomas as he just called himself, nodded to himself, probably irritated by her rude behavior but she couldn't bring herself to care. She had gotten arrested on her birthday for something she didn't even commit. She had the right to be rude.

"Alright. Not much of a talker," Thomas realized. Kaya responded by staring at him coldly. "So I'm going to be going." He started walking out of the door when she realized something.

"Wait, wait, I do have a question," Kaya said and he stopped and looked at her expectantly.

"What's up?"

"If I'm on my period and I have an unfortunate accident, can I go twice to the showers?" she asked him, referring to the norm of only going once a day. "And what about the change of clothes?"

Thomas looked at her amused, even if she wasn't joking. He shook his head, laughing. "Good luck Kaya."

"Wait. Is that a no?" she called out.

He got out, locking the door and finally leaving her alone. But that was a mistake, now alone, she could feel everything rushing to her, hitting her with full force. She could feel herself not being able to breathe. Her heart beating so fast, that it was hurting her chest.

No, not right now, she thought horrified.

Count Kaya! Remember to count! a familiar voice echoed inside her.

One bird. Two birds. Three birds. Four birds. Five birds.

She continued counting, clutching the edge of the bed until she got to one thousand. Her knuckles were whiter than usual, for holding on tightly. She got up shakily, and placed a hand over her heart, trying to slow down her heart beat. Great, she had been inside the cell for less than ten minutes and she already had a panic attack.

Kaya stood in the middle, still trying to regulate her breathing. Despite her best efforts, she could feel her cheeks getting damp. It was all crashing down on her. What just happened?

Well, first of all, you got arrested, Kaya. Then you had one of your infamous panic attacks.

But why? she wondered. What had her father stolen this time? Was it bad enough that he blamed her? Didn't he care slightly? No, he doesn't, she reminded herself fiercely. He never wanted you.

A horrible thought occurred to her, barely sinking in. She could be in danger of being floated.

Not until four more years, a voice reasoned with her. She choked up at the thought of being inside this cell for four years. She was going to waste those years here, when she had done nothing. What the fuck was she going to do? She was stuck inside here, with a annoyingly happy guard who seemed to want to get chummy with her. She didn't want friends, what she wanted was to get out of here and go back to her normal, boring life with her—

He never got his cake, that random thought hit her. She buried her head in her propped up legs, frustrated with everything. Somehow for her that was the worst thing that had happened to her this day. She knew he was there, that he was the one who called her name. At least he knew why she didn't make it.

Moving around the bed, she got under the blanket and curled up, trying to make herself small, hoping to disappear.

Three Years Later

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

The only sound that came from the suffocating cell was her slow deep breaths. She had been suffering a panic attack and was trying to distract herself.

Numbers, she ordered herself. Think of bigger numbers.

One million, five hundred seventy-seven thousand, eight hundred forty-six.

Twenty-six thousand, two hundred ninety-seven.

One thousand, ninety-five..

Thirty-six.

Three.

All of those numbers added up to three years. She has been in this fucking cell for three years.

How does she know all this? Well, being in a cell all alone, with nothing to do besides sleeping, pacing around, coming with creative ways to kill herself, she had to find ways to entertain herself.

Kaya knew she was precise. Because exactly three years she was arrested when she was fourteen, the day of her birthday. How is she so sure? It might be because today was her seventeenth birthday. What a fucking great way to start a birthday. Stuck inside a cell, hyperventilating.

At least thinking of those numbers helped slightly but not enough to make her breathing easier. She decided it was time to move from numbers to facts. Trying to recall every fact she knows.

The human starts off with 270 bones but when reaching adulthood it decreases to 206. It has been 97 years since the Ark was formed and mankind left earth due to the radiation. It's been said there was still 100 years left before it was safe for us to go back to our real home and leave this thing we call home. If you mix yellow and blue, you get green. If you're under 18 and commit a 'crime', you are arrested and placed in the SkyBox. I am left handed. I have lost my ability to interact normally with humans.

She stopped, out of anymore facts but it didn't matter anymore. She could feel air coming out of her lungs easily. It had helped but Kaya needed to make sure she was completely fine. Clumsily getting out of her bed, she did a few exercises. Moving around had always helped her out when she had panic attacks. It focused her body and mind on the exercises instead of what was making her lose it. She started out with stretching, loosening her tense muscles.

After doing all of that, Kaya fell to the floor, laying down on the cool floor, enjoying the chills she was getting from her spine. She could feel her breathing getting normal but still felt the terrifying sensation of not being able to breathe. Kaya hated getting those attacks. Not because she couldn't breathe but because for the rest of day she would be disturbed, thinking about the horrible thoughts that made her lose control.

When that happened, Kaya would distract herself to falling back. Meaning her usual plans, which were to stay in bed until food came, were not happening. She gingerly raised herself up and started crawling to her bed. Going to her bed, she took out her handmade knife. It was a scrap metal that she had torn off from the bathroom, when she had been let out of her cell. Getting out she crawled again to the front wall of the door and propped herself on her elbows and continued her artwork that she's been working on for the last two years.

It was a detailed drawing of a tree. It ran from the top of the wall to down the floor. Currently she was working on the roots. When she would get bored of doing the roots she would go to other parts and add detail. A bird on a branch. Leaves in falling from the tree. Bark sticking out of the tree. She gripped her knife and started her work.

Kaya could have drawn it with charcoal (she even had some) but she wanted it permanent. It was a way to mark her territory. To show that she was there, that she existed. She would scratch, forming the tree more, and brush away the dust that would pile up after a while. She continued the cycle, the noise of metal scratching no longer bothering her. She scratched and scratched the cold, metal floor until her hand ache. Kaya wasn't sure how long she was drawing but it must have been a while. Tired of the silence inside the cell, she started singing.

"How can I get used to, how can I forget you, will I get used to sleeping alone," she sang under her breathe, her hand moving gracefully across the floor. "I never used to, how did I get to ever get used to sleeping alone."

Kaya doesn't remember where she first heard the song, but all she remembers that she connected to it. All her life she had spent alone but knew that one day she would be reunited with the people she loved. "Tomorrow is a long time. Forgetting so long. I loved you a lifetime. I loved you long. Someday, somehow, somewhere down the line. If you save your heart for mine, we'll meet again, we'll meet again."

She continued humming the sad melody, thinking of the lyrics as she continued her work. After finishing the root, she decided it was a good time to stop, lunch was coming soon. Placing the knife in its usual hiding place, she stood up. Stretching, Kaya leaned against the wall, counting inside her head.

One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight. Ninety-seven.

Her eyes unwillingly drifted to her small window. Kaya tended to avoid looking at it because she had discovered when she got here, that she couldn't see earth rise so it was pointless to just look at it. It was depressing to just stared at the empty darkness. Besides, she didn't even like stars (how ironic is that) so she wasn't missing much from her view.

Fifty-four. Fifty-three. Fifty-two.

"Whoo!" she heard someone shout from outside, making her snort. Fucking delinquents, she thought affectionately.

Looking at the grey ceiling, she could hear noises coming from the other delinquents. There was a few more shouts and clanging of metal. She could feel her lips curl up into a smile. For some reason hearing the commotion from her cell buddies always put her in a good mood. It was comforting. To know there were other people going through what she was going through. All waiting for their eighteenth birthday to get a review and wondering when their food was coming. Like she was currently.

Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six—

The door opened, like every day, and a guard dropped her food and closed it before she could say thank you. She frowned, disappointed at the different guard. She was hoping it was Thomas. She had so much to tell him. Not really but she needed to talk to someone or else she would go crazier than she already was. Kaya when back thinking at what number she stopped. Five. Dammit.

"So close," she whispered to herself. It was a game of hers. She would start a countdown around the time when the guards would come and try to see if they would come when she got to zero. She always started at one hundred. At all of the five hundred and sixty six—

Sixty seven, she corrected herself.

All those times only two hundred and ninety-two times had she gotten to zero. Her best score was a week with three days straight. She grabbed her plate of food, that look extremely unappetizing but she had learned that it taste way better than it looks, she sat down in the middle of the floor and started eating.

Her mind wondered earlier in the day, when she was trying to breathe. Kaya glared at the wall wondering how it was possible, even after all those years, that day she was arrested still got her like this. She reasoned that it was because many things weren't cleared up. That day she was arrested was always confusing. Apparently, from what Thomas had told Kaya, her father had stolen a few things, someone found out and reported it, probably the owner. Her father panicking he decided that Kaya should pay for his crime. Slyly, the fucking bastard shifted the blame to his daughter, saying she was acting out. Kaya was enraged, betrayed when she found out.

Kaya always knew he was a huge dick but this was beyond words. Not only he was a sleazy cheater, asshole, he was a coward. All the years she had been here, not once had he come and visit her and she honestly was glad. Kaya knew if she saw him, she would try and strangle him. She never found out what he stole but didn't really care. Finding out wouldn't change anything, it might even make her more angry. But she was going to find out, soon, when they would see her for her crimes when she turned eighteen. If it was something big, she would be floated. If it was small she would be allowed to go back and join the rest of civilization.

When she was done with her food, she threw it to the side carelessly. Today she was going to do something she usually never did.

Wait.

She was expecting a visitor today and was waiting for them to come. It was rare when she got visits, they almost never happened but today was different. She always had someone come and visit her on her birthday. To give her birthday wishes and a small but thoughtful gift.

Getting up she sat down in her bed, crossing her legs and idly played with her shirt. Kaya stared at the door expectantly, waiting for the door to be open by a guard, announcing she had a visitor. She was imagining the entire visit in the head. It was almost sad how much she had been looking forward this visit. It's been awhile since she had a visit. Almost five months. It would explain why she was vibrating of excitement in her bed, not being able to stand the excruciating wait.

She passed the minutes by singing out loud, off key or counting since one thousand. But as the minutes led to hours, the door still didn't open. It stayed firmly shut, concealing her in her cell, the one she had spent the last three years and the next year.

They're just running a little late, she tried reasoning. But the small hope she had was getting extinguished as time slowly passed by. She wasn't sure how much time has passed, getting drowsy, letting her head hang when she heard the door open. Startled, she jerked her head and jumped up, excited. In came Thomas, the friendly guard who had irritated her so much when she first met her.

"Are you that hungry Kaya?" he laughed, handing her the plate. "Happy birthday by the way, Birthday girl. Seventeen. Wow, you're old."

"Thanks," she muttered, grabbing the plate. He frowned at her quiet attitude. She usually wasn't like that.

"What's wrong? You got your food and you get to see me. What more can you ask?" Thomas asked, giving her his usual sunny smile.

She tried to hide her disappointed, as she picked her food. "I just thought—"

"Visitors aren't allowed," Thomas interrupted her, already knowing what she was saying.

She looked up, confused. "Why? I didn't do anything," she stopped, thinking over her respond. "Lately. I've been on my best behavior especially for this week—"

"Because it's your birthday. I know, you've told me. For the past month," Thomas said. "But it's not you—"

"It's me," Kaya rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. It's okay. We wouldn't have worked out anyways."

Thomas gave her an unimpressed look. "You sarcastic little shit. Why do you always do that? Definitely going to miss that," he muttered the last part.

"What did you say?

"I mean you never let me finish," he said quickly, averting her eyes.

"Okay. Sorry," she said earning a glare from him, making her cover her smile with her hand.

"But as I was saying. There're no more visits allowed right now."

"Why? Was there another virus outbreak? Are we in quarantined again?" she groaned, remembering the last outbreak.

It lasted five months and it was absolutely horrible. Kaya didn't get to shower for the first two months, with no one allowed to leave their cells. She smelled like sweat, food, and, —to her horror— period blood. It was so revolting the smell, that she later on smelled like throw up, making Thomas panic, thinking she had gotten infected and was dying. It was then when they let her get out of the cell and get checked up by the doctors. She was fine, by the way.

"Calm down it isn't that. So no need to throw up," he said, raising his hands, motioning her to calm down.

"Oh my god. When are you going to let it go? I said I was sorry," Kaya said exasperatedly, her cheeks red from embarrassment.

"When you get me new shoes," he shot back. "I had to throw them away. I couldn't get rid of the disgusting smell."

"How the fuck do you expect me to get you shoes?" Kaya asked him. "If you haven't noticed, I never leave this stupid cell. Unless someone thinks I'm dying."

"It smelled like you were dying," Thomas emphasized. "And you can get your boyfriend to get it for me."

"What are you—Oh. I've told you, he's not my boyfriend. He's my friend," she informed him impatiently, annoyed that they were getting off track. What she didn't know that was what Thomas was trying to do. "You know what, it doesn't matter. We're off topic. Why can't we get visitor?" she demanded.

Thomas hesitated. He looked at his watch, nervously. "Oh look at that. I have to go. I need to bring food to other delinquents." He started walking out of the cell.

"Thomas, no. Why aren't there any more visits?" She grabbed his arm, at

"Look, it's not bad but you'll find out soon. Tomorrow probably, I promise," he assured her but his eyes held an uncertainty. "Now I have to go."

Kaya let him go unhappily. What was his problem? she thought in annoyance. Thomas started walking out when he stopped and turned around. He stilled for a second before he walked up to her and did something he had never done. He pulled her in for a hug.

She froze not sure what to do. Kaya didn't return the hug until she realized he wouldn't let go. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him. It felt nice, it was the first time in a really long time (four months and twenty-three days) someone had touched. But it's been four years since someone hugged her. She definitely has missed the comfort of human contact, it made her choke up, at being alone again. Reluctantly, Thomas let her go. He placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I just— Are you crying no?" he frowned when he saw her eyes red.

"No," she said, cringing at how scratchy her voice sounded. "I'm fine. Why'd you hug me?"

He shrugged, smiling at her. "Because it's your birthday. Seventeen. It's a big one."

"Not really. Eighteen is the big one," she disagreed. "Besides, you've never done that before in my other birthdays." And she wasn't lying. He just would wish he happy birthday and give her a cookie. But that was good enough for her, it wasn't necessary for him to do that. But he insisted, saying that he did it with pleasure.

Thomas shrugged again. "I got a little sentimental. You're growing up so fast. I remember when you were just a sullen and moody fourteen-year-old and now you're sullen and moody seventeen years old. So much has changed," he sighed dramatically.

Despite her suspiciousness, she nodded. "You're so weird."

Thomas looked at her strangely again. He looked like he was assessing her, trying to remember every detail of her face. She felt uncomfortable, feeling a familiar sensation but not sure what it was. It took her a few seconds to realized, why it was familiar. He was looking at her the same way her father was looking at her, moments before she was arrested. It was a look that was predicting doom. "Are you sure that's all?" she asked cautiously.

Thomas forced a smiled. "Yep. That's it." He bit his lip and casually asked, "But just curious, do you remember those fighting techniques I showed you?"

"How can I forget? You left me bruised for a whole week I couldn't get out of the bed," Kaya snorted.

A few months after she had gotten arrested, Thomas tried to get her to warm up to him by teaching her how to fight. She had been resistant, refusing to get out of her bed. But with his irritating persistent, she got up grudgingly and let him showed her. And it worked. She had opened up to him but shut down when he punched her in the jaw by accident when he was teaching her about dodging. She retaliated by breaking his nose, placing her in solitary confinement for one month only because Thomas had persuaded the officers it was a misunderstanding.

And that's how they started their beautiful friendship, or so that's what Thomas called it. She would like to refer it as an overbearing acquaintance that was trying to climb a wall to a friendship.

"Right. I forgot how much you sucked."

"Hey, I got better. I manage to kick your ass a few times," she reminded him.

"That's good. But you remember everything?" he persisted. Kaya was confused why he cared about this.

"Yes. Thumb inside fist..."

"Outside," he sighed. "It's outside Kaya, inside it will break."

"Whatever, protect face or game over. Tilt wrist for more strength in punch. Collar is most vulnerable place to hit. Uppercut for chin or something like that. Increase power by twisting your midsection," she listed off some of the important things he taught , to according to him, was everything. She didn't understand why he wanted her to learn all of this. Who was she going to fight? Her shadow? And if she did get released, she couldn't fight because she would be floated. Fighting was against the law.

"Why does it matter? I'm not going to fight any one."

"It matters. Never forget. Those things can save your life," he said urgently. She had a feeling he was hiding something from her. "Do you remember the most important thing?"

"Don't freeze," Kaya said, looking at him curiously. "Seriously, what is up with you today? You're acting stranger than usual."

"No, I'm not. I'm just testing you," Thomas waved her off. "I really have to go now."

"Testing me?" she asked, but he simply waved her goodbye and opened the door. "Fine then. See you tomorrow?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "Things are going to be different, so I won't be around that often."

"Oh, well, I'll see you later?"

He didn't say anything, simply nodded in acknowledgment and closed the door behind him, not looking back. She looked at the door, confused at his behavior but not concerned over it. She was more focused on the fact that no one was receiving visitors, she wondered why. It was something to worry about if it wasn't for a quarantined.

But Kaya was more relieved that the reason no one came today was because of that. That means they didn't forget, she thought happily as she munched on her food. She paced around, a habit she had while eating, one hand holding the plate and the other hand picking the food. She saw that Thomas had placed two cookies, instead of one.

What did he do this time? she thought, suspicious of the special treatment. She was about to eat the second cookie, when she straightened up, thinking of something. What if he did something that got her in trouble and that's why she didn't get any visitors. Maybe that's why he was acting strange. He refused to tell her why there were no visitors.

That son of a bitch, she thought angrily, glaring at the cookie.

She debated to eat or throw it away, not wanting to eat his guilt food. In the end, her hunger won. She devoured the last cookie, enjoying every bit. Throwing her plate to the ground, she awkwardly toed of her shoes and kicked them to the floor, and made her hair into a side braid. Finally, she laid down in her bed, somehow exhausted. She had forgotten how draining it was to interact with people. Especially obnoxiously sunny people like Thomas.

Getting comfortable, she closed her eyes and tried clearing her mind. Moving around the bed, Kaya found herself having difficulty falling asleep. It wasn't because of the noise of the delinquents, she had gotten use to it long time ago but a nagging feeling in her head. It was strange this birthday, Kaya always got a visit and this year, for the first time, she didn't, for an unexplained reason. She moved around the bed, her body and mind restless. She needed to relax or else she wouldn't fall asleep and may have another panic attack. So she did what she knew worked best to calm her down. Count.

One more year in this cell.

Two friends, I have.

Three times I have hurt myself in this stupid cell.

Four years I have —and will— spent in the Sky Box.

Five months had passed since I've had a visitor.

Six is my favorite number.

Seven minutes old I had been when my mom died.

Eight birds I have drawn in my tree.

Nine times I have pissed of a guard.

Ten times had I cut myself in my right wrist.

Eleven was the year I received my first kiss.

Twelve was the number of stations that had formed to make the Ark.

Thirteen panic attacks I have suffered this month.

Fourteen was my age when I got arrested.

Fif—

She gave a tired sighed. She didn't manage to get to fifteen when her brain got muddled and her eyes gave out, closing and allowing herself to get swallowed by her exhaustion. However, her last hazy thought wasn't a number but a line from the song.

"How did I get to ever get used to sleeping alone."

Hello, to anybody reading, this is a new story that I am starting (when I really shouldn't for I have so many things to do) and I'm super excited to do it and see how it goes. Because I have small outlines of the next's chapters. This chapter was a little boring (or not depends on how you see it) but I wanted to introduce that character.

I would love to hear what you thought of this chapter. Whether you like it or not. I want to see if I should continue writing it. I really am hesitant about this one and hope for the best. Reviews will be appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own the 100, sadly. And I also don't own the song. It's called "Sleeping Alone" by Lykke Li.