Violet's POV:

I watched as the brilliant sun rose over the horizon that morning. Shortly after awakening from yet another nightmare, I just couldn't go back to sleep, even after my long conversation with Andy. So after I was certain he was indeed, asleep, I snuck out as quietly as I could. From there, I ran as far and fast as my tired legs could carry me, and even further than that. Then I promptly plopped down o the dry desert ground, and waited until dawn finally came.

And came it did.

The sun glowed vibrantly as it rose into the ashen sky, bringing the familiar and comforting warmth. It shone brightly in the sky above, illuminating the puffy clouds and coating the seemingly empty desert with light.

It seemed idyllic, that something so pure and natural, and just so... ordinary, such as the sun could even exist in a world like ours. Despite the fact that it was a bright, burning ball of liquid fire, and that it was already threatening to destroy our planet and everything in its path, it still warmed humanity. If that's not irony, then I don't know what is.

I stood after that, brushing off dirt and raising my gaze skywards. I smiled slightly, murmuring a quick prayer, before dashing off into the part of the world that still existed in the darkness.

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Who was I?

I was once Violet Black, now Violet Frost, but who really am I?

I changed my name shortly after I originally fled F.E.A.R, figuring that a quick identity change should be no major problem. But it was, I felt obligated to keep the name that my parents had chosen for me, yet at the same time, being a Black was now tainted. Tainted with our dark, twisted society, and how easily the government could just break apart a family. A family who had cared for each other, a family who had loved and laughed, who had existed like everyone else in this strange world. But now the Black's were merely a memory, barely there at all. I was all that was left of my family name, and now that I was alone, I didn't feel like being a Black anymore, it just seemed like too much work for one girl. One girl who had just recently lost everything.

But now, years later, I was still uncertain about my identity. Yes, I wasn't a Black, but at the same time, this fictional character that I made up just wasn't right for me to materialize anymore. Now that I had a home more or less, people who needed and cared for me. I was the sixth Wild One after all, I belonged somewhere, just not in the right place. Yet at least.

Back in captivity, I almost lost it again. I almost broke down on a daily basis, but one thing kept me going. The thought of possibly making my deceased family proud, worthy even, to just be able to call myself a Black again, once more.

F.E.A.R existed and controlled people based on one thing: fear. Fear was the main reason for humans being so evolved, we had the ability to control our own personal fears and twist them, until they aren't scary anymore. I had always thought the idea of fear was strange; for instance, why are we afraid of spiders, of fire, of death? It just never made senses to me. But that didn't mean I did not have my own terrors.

As I made my way back to a camp full of people who had every reason to want to hide away, but still laughed and lived life to the fullest, I smiled to myself again. If I've got nothing to lose, am i scared of anything?

No, I realize, I don't.

I do not have to be afraid anymore.

I will not be afraid anymore.

Notes

Yasmin again with a filler chapter, which I apologize for

Lots of shit happened this past couple weeks for me, so if you read my toher stuff, you'll know what I was going through
sorry if this sucked :(