Song from a Secret Garden

[Leiana LaCroix]

Things were finally starting to settle down, well, as much as things could given all that had happened and was still happening. The delinquents had made a nice little home for themselves. Tents, and fires, and the security of walls. Bellamy had even brought back a panther to feed them, which only added fuel to his cause. And even with the ever looming threat of grounder attacks, and all the dangers the world posed, things were... good.

So why did she feel the way she did? So alone even when surrounded by people that understood exactly how she felt. Why did her mind always wander back in time, to when she was a prisoner in the Sky Box, to the aftermath of hers and her fathers crime. Maybe... because that was when they met.

Words could not describe what it was like for her, living in the Sky Box-—the utter loneliness and hopelessness of it. Sure, she had had a visitor from time to time. Most of them did. But she had still been alone, scared, still devastated by the events that had led to her being imprisoned. And then one night as she tapped a melody against the wall with tears in her eyes, someone had answered.

It was innocent enough at first. They talked; tapping melodies and words in a language not many on the Ark remembered. Her father had taught it to her while she was in the medical bay recovering. And the more they communicated this way, the more addicted she became. It was a lifeline for her, something to get her through the lonely nights. And then, just like before, everything changed.

The delinquents were sent to the ground. And she had looked, and looked but never found them because of all that had happened. There were more important things to be done. She never did learn who it was on the other side of that wall.

So sometimes, like now, she wondered and yearned for what they had shared. And as she remembered her fingers tapped, nails click-klakking a familiar melody against the metal of the drop ship she lent against in the hopes that someone would hear and recognize it. That was all she really wanted, she supposed. For things to be like they were before because dammit she hated change.

Tag: Nathan Miller
Notes: Gah I hate thinking of titles. xD I hope this is okay for you! <3