This story starts off with America waking up here, instead of the hospital room, at the end of The One, except in this version, there is a slightly different ending...
POV: America
  Blinking, I open my eyes, trying to see, but everything appears blurry. I shut them for another minute and try again. This time I manage to see the room I'm in, from my sideways position. I go to sit up, but I only make it halfway, before a splitting pain crosses through my temples. Groaning, I lie back down on my back, my head slightly propped by a hard pillow. Surveying the room, I do a quick evaluation:I was laying on a bed with a thin cotton blanket and a rough mattress. In one corner was a door, a big oak one with a little window and a very tiny slot in it. To the left of the foot of my bed was a toilet, blocked from the view of the door by a  wall. Directly to the left, mounted on the wall, was a tv, which I found odd. I close my eyes once again, and search my weary brain for answers on why I'm here...
The Rebel guard pointed his gun at Maxon, and we looked each other in the eye for a second before my gaze returned to the invader. Slowly, with a glint of humor in his eyes, as if this would be much more amusing to himself and more painful to Maxon, he slid the gun ever so slightly to his right, pointing it at me. I stood, frozen by fear as he pulled the trigger. I was preparing myself for the fiery pain that was sure to come any second, when the white blur of Maxon's suit flew in front of me.......
         "Take care of her" I hear Maxom chock out as he coughs up blood "whatever happens, she lives." He and Aspen look at each other and seem to nod as some sort of understanding passes in between them.
"NO!" I scream. " I'm staying here with you! We need to get you help!"
Much to my protest, I feel Aspen's strong arms start to pull me from underneath the table. Their message was clear; you're coming weather you like it or not. I gazed one last time at the man I loved, his blonde hair messy and tangled, some of it marred by red blotches of blood. His boyish features and chocolate brown eyes screwed up in pain, his face so pale. As he saw my face retreating from his view, several things flickered in his eyes; pain, regret, acceptance, and something else...love. With what looked like a tremendous amount of effort he chocked out " I love you, my dear"
And I, blinking back the tears drowning my eyes responded
" I love you".......
         Aspen and I were running down the palace halls headed toward the nearest safety room. Suddenly, Aspen drops to the ground hard. Horrified, I look at him, and to my relief I see that he is only unconscious. But who knocked him out? With a yelp, I Spin, expecting to see a rebel guard marked by a piece of red cloth tied around his head. That had to have been who knocked out Aspen. Suddenly the palace floor tipping.....sideways? Instead I see, much to my surprise, King Clarkson, an angry glint in his eye and a gun in his hand. Following close behind him where two palace guards.
" King Clarkson!"  I yell in hysteria. " Maxon, you have to get him he's hurt and-" I'm cut off as Clarkson swings the gun around, striking me in the head. The world starts to fill in a vortex, and I get up and walk away. In the distance I hear Maxon''s and Aspen's and Kriss's cries......even Marlee. I try frantically to turn, yell, do anything! But some kind of force is making me move, keep silent. "GUYS!" "NOOO!" I try yelling, but nothing, nothing comes out.....
   I open my eyes breathing heavily. I must have fallen asleep. Shifting, I realize that I'm drenched in sweat. All at once, my nightmare ...(memory?)comes back to me. I frantically fling myself out of the bed and sprint to the door, my heart fluttering with anxiety. I knew I had to be somewhere, that something was important. Reaching the door, I frantically try pulling, but it won't budge. I then try pushing, but still it won't move. It's locked. Filled with despair, I kick at the door, and scream.
"HELP! Someone! HELP!"
My screams that had started off as yells, soon turned to muffled cries. Tears silently inching down my face, my checks burning, I whisper bitterly to myself as the only logical option kicks in. No one, no one was coming. I... I have been left to die.
"To die"
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PLEASE do comment, this is my first fan fiction, so I'd like to know how it is!! Please do put in some constructive criticism, I always want to improve!!!😀
     Sorry, I know that the quotes from the story weren't quite right, I didn't have the book available right then!!!😀 I promise it gets better, just keep reading!!