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SONG: HABITS BY TOVE LO (NOT THE REMIX VERSION)
CLARKE POV
I wake up gasping. My skin feels cold and I have goose bump, even though the sun is shining through the clouds, landing on my skin.
I'm shaking uncontrollably.
I take a deep breath. I need to breath.
All their faces. Flashing through my mind. All the people I hurt, or killed.
The last face was the worst.
His face.
Bellamy's.
Him being tortured. His face when I had to leave. The feeling of his skin on my lips. They way he held me...
SPENDING MY DAYS LOCKED IN A HASE
Tears roll down my cheeks. I'm out here to forget them. At least for now.
TRYING TO FORGET YOU BABE
I try to stand up but my knees are shaking so I sit back down.
I wait. Doing my best to hold back the tears.
I FALL BACK DOWN
BELLAMY POV
I hadn't slept all night. I just laid there. My mind was thinking too fast.
Where would Clarke go?
When would she come back?
Is she safe?
Will I ever see her again?
TRY TO FORGET I'M MISSING YOU
I walk out of my tent, giving up on the idea of sleep.
The sun was just rising but quite a few people are around camp. One of them was watching me.
Abby.
I knew she would have noticed Clarke wasn't around by now.
And of coarse she would think I'm the only one Clarke told.
And she would have been right.
She walks over to me. Slowly. Still hurt by what the Mountain Men had done to her.
I take a deep breath and look down as she approaches.
"Where is she?" The question wasn't polite, it was demanding.
"What do you mean," I had no idea what to say. Clarke hadn't told not to say anything and I don't think she wanted me to.
But what if I didn't have a choice.
"Don't do this Bellamy. Where is Clarke?" Abby really didn't have much patience.
I took in a deep breath. Ready for the consequence.
"I'm sorry. I can't tell you." I watch her. She looks mad, upset and tired.
"I will find out." It wasn't a statement. It was a treat. With a death glare she turned around and hobbled of. Most likely to Kane so they can think of ways of torture me to find out.
It wouldn't surprise me.
I walk off to go find the others. I need a distraction. And help.
YOUR GONE AND I GOTTA STAY HIGH
CLARKE POV
After a few minutes I start collecting my stuff and get prepared to go.
Just as i'm standing up I hear a rustling noise behind me.
I swear if they didn't know I was here they would by how loud my heart was beating.
I hold my breath and wait.
Nothing.
Silence.
Suddenly I hear footsteps walking away, fast. I grab what I have and run.
By now someone should have figured out I was gone. But why would they walk away? Why not just get me and haul me back to the camp?
After a few hours of walking my mouth is dry and my legs are stiff. Only the occasional rustling of the trees can be heard.
I am safe.
And free.
There's a dirt path I can faintly see. I follow it.
Just as i'm finding a place to sleep for the night a sharp pain sears from the back of my head.
I collapse to the ground, with a shout of pain.
I see a shadow figure looking down at me.
Suddenly, everything goes black.
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