When Clarke woke up again Murphy was passed out in a chair next to her and the front door was being pounded on. She got up to answer it. Not even realizing what had happened, or what was about to happen. Clarke opened the door to find Bellamy looking more pissed than usual. He stomped in not noticing anything wrong with her yet.

"Why are you here? I haven't been at school."

"That's exactly why I'm here." He said, while turning around to face her. Only pace back and forth in front of her, "I really need to talk to you about-"

Bellamy stopped short right in front of Clarke. She hadn't noticed it before, since she was on a bunch of medication. But after following Bellamy's gaze towards her legs, she noticed that she was wearing pajama shorts and not her usual long length pants. With a horror stricken face, Clarke ran past him, upstairs, to put on longer pants and hoped Bellamy wouldn't tell his friends while she was gone. When she got to the top of the stairs John had just woken up. Seeing her face, and the tears running down it, he wondered what was wrong. But as she moved towards her room, and out of his line of sight. He saw Bellamy standing there, in the middle of the foyer. Dumbstruck. John ran down the stairs in hopes of convincing Bellamy that he wouldn't tell anyone. But when he got there, Bellamy looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Hey. Dude. Are you with me?" Murphy asked.

"Ye...yeah." He responded. Bellamy stumbled backwards, taking a seat on the staircase behind him. "I promise."

"What?" John said, confused.

"I won't tell anyone. I know you were going to ask. I promise I won't."

They were silent for a little while before Bellamy spoke again.

"Why?"

Murphy gave him a look. Asking 'Why what?'

"Why does she...do...that." Bellamy could think of thousands of reasons, but he wanted the real one.

"I'm not sure. She never really explained it to me." John replied.

With that Bellamy stood up and went upstairs to find Clarke. When he went upstairs, he heard crying. Knocking on the door, Clarke clearly said 'Go Away!' but he didn't. instead he slid his back down the door and leaned against it.

"Clarke I just want to talk." His deep voice leaked under the locked door to her bathroom.

"Why so you can tell all your friends what a complete freak I am? But have all the correct details first."

"Not even a little bit." They were both silent for minute. "Do you want to hear a story?"

There was no response, but he could hear her head rest against the other side of the door.

"Alright. Well there was this little girl, she pretty much had everything she wanted. But then she got a bit older and she realized how bad it was. Her family wasn't rich like the other little girls, her family was full, and most importantly her family wasn't happy. So she stopped asking for things, she stopped asking about things, and overall she just stopped. Now a little sidetrack here; In this family there was her, her younger brother, their baby sister, and their mother. Anyway, She got to about the age of sixteen. So her brother was 9 and the baby sister was 2. Now the little girl had grown up into a nice young lady who just wanted to find her way in life. The mother had gone slightly insane, working 3 jobs, and being an "entertainer" on the side. So the nice young lady took care of the kids. Took real good care of them. Got them fed, clothed, bathed, and even got them into a nice public school. But while the mother didn't notice anything, the little boy did. He noticed that the girl who used to wear tank-tops, shorts ,and sandals, with a happy attitude was changing into hoodies, jeans/yoga pants, and knock-off shoes, all with a very sad attitude. One night He went into her room to see what was wrong with her. But what he saw only made him feel worse. His sister was asleep in shorts. With red horizontal lines all down her legs and arms. He left her room silently crying. His sister was going through a hard time. And their mother didn't notice. His younger sister was only two. And he didn't fully understand why. So the next day, the little boy waited for the girl in the kitchen so they could talk when she got home from work. He waited and waited, and waited some more. She didn't come home that night. No, she came home the next morning at 2am with a mysterious guy, who "smelled like barf" as he described it. and this continued for a solid 3 weeks. Then she came home with bruises. Then cuts on her face. Then one night/morning she didn't come home. He waited. It was 2 days before he talked to the police. Do you know what they told him later that day? They told the nine year old boy, holding his two year old sister, that his sister was dead. She had killed herself 2 morning's ago. But she did leave him a note. That he couldn't open until he was 15. So he waited again. 6 years this time. He was 15, his sister was 8, and no one spoke about the nice young lady who ended her life. He opened the letter. And I bet you can't guess what it said. They were simple words,

'Happy 15th birthday.
I'm sorry I couldn't be there
in person to see what a nice
young man you've become but,
I was in a lot of pain.
And It had come to a point
where I just couldn't take it anymore.
I hope that someday you can find it
in your big heart to forgive me.

Because I love you,
My little rebel King
My little brother
My little Bell.'

And up until that moment he resented his sister. He felt that she was being selfish. That she was only thinking about herself. But it was at that moment that he let go. and He forgave her. Because no matter how much he didn't understand what had been happening to her, he knew that it was too much for the nice young lady to handle and she did the same as him. She let go."

Clarke could hear Bellamy crying behind the door. She was crying too. Clarke stood up, unlocked the door, and opened it. Then she walked over to the end of the hall to sit on the bay window. He followed.

"Were you and her close?" She asked.

"As close as a suicidal 16 year old and innocent 9 year old can be."

"What about..."

"Octavia? My younger sister?"

"Yeah."

"I never told her about it. She's only nine now. And she sure as hell is going to keep her childhood for a lot longer than I did." He chuckled towards the end of his sentence. Wiping away a tear from his cheek.

"And you? Why do you care about me? Why do you care about what people think about me?"

"Because I saw what it did to my sister. And..." tell her you dumbass "and I don't want to see you end up like she did. I do care about you Clarke, no matter how much of a dickwad I am, it's only because I don't want the shit that goes on in my life to affect you or anyone else negatively."

Clarke smiled at his words. Bellamy wiped away a tear from her cheek. Leaving his hand on her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

And over by the stairs was Murphy. who had watched the entire ordeal. and felt his heart breaking as he saw his best friend fall for another guy.