Bellamy had just gotten off his shift at the Burger Barn, and before he went to The Round About Pizza Parlor he thought he would go over Clarke's and see if she had the homework from today's geometry class. When he got there Abby was leaving. Thank god' he thought to himself.

"Hello, Bellamy. Are you here to see Clarke?"

"Yeah, can I just go up to her room?"

"Yes. The door is unlocked." With that, she got in her car and drove off.

He was never a big fan of Clarke but they had been math/science partners for two years now so Abby was used to him coming over at random times.

*PING*

Today Monday 10/13

4:38 PM
Miller

Hey man, you up for a party?

4:39 PM
Bellamy

Nah, double shift. I'm at Clarke's house right now so I'll get back to you

4:39 PM
Miller

BRUH hit that b4 someone else does. She is so FUCKING sexy.

4:40 PM
Bellamy

I just don't see...it

He opened her door to find she was laying on her bed facing away from him and had earbuds in. Being the natural douchebag he was, he sent Miller a picture of her.

4:41 PM
Bellamy
*Picture Attachment*
I lied
I see it now.
HOLY SHIT
SO HOT!

She was just laying there in a baggy sweatshirt and black lacy panties. She seemed to have some sort of tattoo on the back of her leg and something else on her thigh he couldn't see from where he was.

She was just shaking her head to her music. Bellamy just leaned against the door frame and watched her get all ecstatic. But she turned her head. And when saw him, she screamed and fell off her bed. Bellamy just started laughing.

"What the hell Bellamy!"

"Sorry? Your mom said I could come up. I need the math homework for today." She was putting on sweats while he was talking.

"I don't have it."

"What do you mean 'you don't have it'?"

*PING*

Today Monday 10/13

4:45 PM
Miller

BRUH
HIT
THAT
NOW
OR I WILL!
And I'm fucking gay.

"I mean I wasn't in class." He just stared at her waiting for an explanation. He didn't get one. "Go home, Bellamy."

"Not until I get an explanation as to why you weren't in class!"

"No, mom. Go Home!" She was getting angry.

"Fine, I'll ask Jasper what the homework was!"

"They won't be able to tell you either." She gave him a sly smirk but her eyes were still sad.

"Dear god, you were with them!?" He stared at her, shock evident on his face. "Skipping class?!"

"No..."

He stared at her, his jaw dropped. "You were smoking pot with them weren't you?"

The Princess was smoking?! The world was clearly ending.

She was getting tired of his starring so she scoffed, rolled her eyes, pushed past him, and went downstairs.

He was standing alone in her room.

He saw a couple blood soaked tissues had fallen out of her garbage can. He shuddered and started walking away, tripping on a box. He picked it up. The receipt that was taped to the box was marked a couple of weeks ago.

Why does she need a ten pack of razors? And how the hell has she used all of them?

He just took it downstairs with him to throw it away. He found her in the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked before he dropped the box in the trash

"Oh your right, it's recycling."

"Not what I meant. Give that to me." She snatched the box and put it on the counter. When she came back downstairs and told Bellamy to leave again, this time he did.

She needs to chill out. But he didn't have time to argue with her anymore. He needed to switch shifts with Murphy.


Murphy ran over to Clarke's house when Bellamy relieved him of his shift. He was freaking out. He hadn't heard from Clarke in 2 days, he didn't see her in class, and then he hears from Bellamy that his severely depressed friend had an empty box of razors on her floor, something on her leg she was trying to hide, was wearing a long sleeve shirt and was acting very strange.

That sounded horrible.

He was running faster than he ever had before. He could probably beat the time for the school track record. He ran about 4 miles in under 30 minutes. When he got there he was ringing the door bell persistently. When no one answered he went for the extra key. He was in such a hurry that he accidentally left the door open and left the keys on the floor. He was running up the stairs. She wasn't in her room. He couldn't find her.

Worry was starting to set in. Maybe he was wrong, and she wasn't home. Murphy began turning off the lights so it would look like he wasn't there. But when he did the bathroom light was shining through the crack at the bottom of the door.

When he tried to open it, the door was locked. He began banging on the door. Nothing. He did hear a hushed moan from inside. When he couldn't get it, he just decided to break the door open (Abby was on a trip. He could get it replaced). After he walked in, he saw Clarke on the floor. Laying in a small pool of blood. She wasn't wearing any pants, so he could see them very clearly. The cuts and scars all down her thighs.

Murphy picked her up and sat her in the shower. Turning it on a temperature that wouldn't send her into shock but could possibly wake her if she hadn't lost too much blood.

John took off her top and rinsed off her hair and back. She didn't wake up. Carrying her to her room wasn't a challenge, she was tiny. Neither was putting on some new clothes. Where it got difficult was opening her mother's office door. The lock sometimes changed and now really wasn't the time for that.

Abby had some supplies for when neighbors couldn't afford medical care.

It was Jake's idea before he passed away.

She had everything important. Anesthetic, needles, antiseptic, etc. But most importantly she had IV bags. He had found Clarke like this a few times before.

They had known each other since third grade so when she told him about her...problem...he was very accepting. She taught him what to do just in case she really needed help. So by now, it was a habit. He fixed up the IV tubing and sterilized the needle. When he inserted it she groaned and made a face but didn't wake up. He hung the saline and blood bags and hooked them up to the IV tubes. She was doing great. He got the bandages and antiseptic. Cleaning her up was also easy. She looked like she was going to be ok but he decided to stay the night, just in case.

In the morning he cleaned her up a little more and changed her bandaging. It looks like she got all of the blood she lost back. She also looked less pale. Once John knew she was going to be ok, he went down to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Clarke woke up at around 11.

Great, she thought, I missed class again. Bellamy is going to kill me.

She tried to sit up but when she bent her arm to push herself up a loud beeping shocked her. Looking down Clarke saw she had an IV in.

Just terrific. looking down at her leg she saw a huge bandage wrapped around her leg, I don't even remember passing out...

She must have fucked up huge this time.

Murphy came to the door with a travel mug of coffee for himself. But when he saw she was awake, he dropped it and ran over to her.

"God I'm so glad you're ok. What happened yesterday?"

She was still weak but she managed to whisper back to him, "I'm not sure. I just couldn't stop crying and then Bellamy came over and yelled at me for not being in class yesterday so I couldn't get his homework and it only made it worse. I just... I just felt..." She started tearing up again.

He hugged her tight. Clarke hasn't been feeling right lately. She loves Murphy, she does. But unfortunately, she felt like she was developing feelings for the other guy in her life...Bellamy.

Her depression has slowly been growing worse, knowing neither of them will ever reciprocate. She was finding it harder and harder to be around them. She began to have an anxiety attack and couldn't breathe.

Just when he was about to offer her breakfast she passed out again.