I'm back! Sorry, I've been gone for so long! Now onto more stories! I have big ideas planned for this story and should have frequent updates. This chapters a little slow and is a little taster to get back into writing but I'd be grateful if you give it a chance:)
Enjoy!
Everything's dripping with the Ice's frost, making the trees and leaves sparkle in white. The floor crunched under Clarke's shoes with every step she took, with the wind forcing trees to arch from the force. Not that Clarke noticed. Her thoughts were still succumbed to the gory images of Mount Weather. With every detail memorised into Clarke's conscious from the continuous replaying of the aftermath. Clarke Griffin had been trekking the woods for 4 weeks, well she assumed so but had lost sense of time apart from sunlight and moonlight. She was numb to the world, ignoring the freezing temperatures of Earth's winter and the almost background sound of her stomach rumbling. She couldn't remember the last time she ate, but she didn't care. Why should she eat and prolong her life when she had murdered and ended the lives of innocent people that included the naïve and oblivious children.
Would she ever be ready to return to her people? Would she be ready to face the people she saved? Not yet. She'll continue on the endless walk to nowhere. Clarke's head became sweaty from the everlasting memories and flashbacks but she had got used to this. She had almost learned to make them less painful, slowing her breathing Clarke dropped against a nearby tree and let her head roll back, focusing on the white sky. She hadn't seen the sky appear like a white blanket before. She knew she had to set up for the night, the last glimpse of the sun suggested that it was going to be nightfall soon, a very cold and bitter night. But she didn't care, she didn't want luxuries like warmth or food, she just wanted to succumb to sleep. Her breathing slowed, so she allowed herself to close her eyes, only to make the images all more vivid. Perhaps it was going to be a sleepless night once again. Her body begged for rest but her mind was pulled into memories again. One particular memory floated to the surface, of a young girl around 7 years of age, clutching a battered teddy on the floor of Mount Weather. Her eyes still open as she must've witnessed the scene before she herself died, as the look of fear still lingered in the young girls eyes. The sparkle of life was gone from the emerald eyes.
Clarke began to rock back and forth, her head banging against the tree she leaned so heavily on. Her eyes clenched shut as her methods of remaining calm failed in a futile attempt. Her head grew light from the rapid breaths she was releasing, knowing all too well she needed to slow and regulate her breathing. But nothing was happening. Nothing worked and Clarke began to feel the weight of the gun in her pocket. Perhaps there was only one real way of stopping everything, perhaps she can escape the ground and her own thoughts. She reached into her pocket hurriedly and opened her eyes to check she still had rounds in her magazine. With 2 rounds still in there, she reinserted the magazine and pushed the pistol to her head. Clarke's last thoughts were of her mother and father hugging one night she had come home from school on the ark, then shifting to images of the 100 laughing and playing their usual card game while drinking Monty's moonshine, but lastly of Lexa. The look of pure vulnerability she had shown when before and after she kissed the blonde. Her slight smile and eyes full of longing and concern were installed within the blonde's head. Despite the Commander betraying her, she was still included within her most memorable memories. Clarke couldn't blame her for her actions, she would've done the same. These are the moments she found precious and these are the memories she wants to see lastly, before she leaves the horrors of this world. Clarke pressed the trigger slowly but she didn't feel the immense pain she had thought, instead she felt the sharp pain in hit her ribs.
"Clarke!"
Realising she'd been elbowed in the ribs before being able to pull the trigger. Clarke looked up towards the sound, to where she saw a figure standing in front of her. She locked onto the green eyes she had memorised all too well.
Made a few corrections to this chapter. So, this just touches on Clarke's issues and we all need Clexa in our lives after the actions of Jason.. Review if you'd like, wouldn't mind some feedback:)