A/N: Hi Guys, so this is my story I had posted on Tumblr, its name then was "Nobody Else," But this song goes well with the main theme. So anyway, I hope you guys like this. This has changed from T to Mature for graphic violence that will insue.
I'm the one who's insecure, Without a doubt, I need your help.
you're the one that makes believe,
that we're all okay, we're doing fine,
when we're both fighting just to stay,
to stay alive,
a fragile state of mind,
that I can't quite survive.
I know you've heard me ask before,
but come on girl, I need to tell you now,
I know what I've done wrong.
Clarke opened her eyes, the light was blinding. Was she dead? Perhaps Murphy killed her. Did she even belong in heaven?
Her painfully sore eyes began to adjust, the details of a dark canvas tent. She knew where she was. Bellamy's tent. She turned her head, but the bed was empty, her eyes searched, but the whole tent was empty. There was no one there. Clarke felt tears spring to her eyes.
Murphy was right...
The fabric crinkled underneath a hand and a figure stepped in. It was too little to be Bellamy, but they had the same eyes.
"O?" Clarke croaked.
"Morning." she whispered, "We have coffee." She smiled lightly, handing Clarke a steaming cup that smelled both bitter and inviting. A question popped into Clarkes mind, but she bit her tongue. She refused.
"Thank you." She whispered in undertone, her throat hurting to much to speak.
"You're mom and the others are almost done with the first building. It looks good."
"How long...was I gone?" Octavia walked closer and sat on the bed.
"Two days."
"How long have I been out?"
"Four."
"Oh." Clarke looked at the dark eyes, then at the door.
"He was in everyday, but the bruises...he thinks he is at fault." Octavia looked down at her hands, playing with her nails. She didn't have to say this name, she knew she meant Bellamy.
You're lying, Clarke wanted to say, "He hates me, he can't stand to look at me and not see me tainted". She said nothing, just laid back down, "I feel tired." she lied.
"Okay." Octavia smiled forcefully, kissing Clarke on her forehead, then made her way out.
=the100=
Bellamy had been keeping himself busy, anything than to think of Clarke's injuries. Her mom had nearly passed out at the sight of her. Her eyes were nearly swollon shut. A majority of her body was bruised, her lip was split, her hands were scrapped raw. She had cuts, scratches, and a total of five small circular marks. It was his fault. If he wouldn't have had a temper-he never would've of ran out in the woods, never have gotten stabbed, never have left Clarke at Murphy's mercy. He would've been able to protect her. She deserved that much from him.
And he let her down. Funny how actions had chain reactions like that. Reactions he never saw coming. He noticed Octavia walking out from the tent, her face had small marks of tearstains. He felt his heart drop.
"Clarke?" He asked urgently.
"She is awake, she...she's..." Bellamy gave her a look, "She is broken, and scared, and, and..." She simply shook her head, "You should go check on her."
Could he look her in the eye ever again? It was his fault. His fault that she was hurt.
"Bellamy, she needs you." He nodded, walking past Octavia to the tent. Clarke was on her side, facing away from the door. Small sniffles echoed from the bed.
His fault.
He couldn't look at her without that voice nagging him, that it was his fault. The sniffes started to quiet down. Either she was sleeping, or she knew he was in there. He didn't say anything as he climbed into the bed with her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her so she was on her back, she still didin't look at him. He didn't let it bother him, instead, he kept rolling her, so she had to face him, so at least her body faced him.
"Clarke." He whispered, she said nothing. "Princess?" He tried again, her bright eyes peered up at him. The vessel in the left eye was broke so underneath her colored iris was a spotch of red. He stared at her nose, the way she bit the split part of her lips. She was still Clarke. She was broken like the day they went into the woods after eating those nuts and he realized he killed all those people...She didn't know it, but she fixed him. And now he was going to return the favor.
"Princess." he whispered again, letting a ghost of a smile touch his lips as he leaned forward and kissed the very tip of her nose. It crinkled back. A small smile touched her red, chapped lips.
"Bell," She whispered, her smiling dying on her face, "You shouldn't be here." His heart fluttered.
"Why?" He was truly puzzeled.
"What Murphy did..." She shook her head, forcing herself away from Bellamy, shock was evident on his face, and she escaped his arms with little protest. Her heart sank. Murphy was right. She turned away, but Bellamy's grip returned, pulling her closer to him. Her head fell perfectly in the crook of his neck. He smelled like iron and Earth. It was strangely comforting to her.
"Clarke, we are going to make him pay. Together. I promise." He whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver against him. He wrapped the blanket tighter around her, letting her cry softly against his chest. "Shhhh," He cooed, "I've got you. I am here now."
=the100=
Clarke had fallen asleep against Bellamy, but when she woke, he wasn't there. Her heart died. But someone was inside the tent, she could hear them breathing. She looked to see Finn sitting at the edge of the bed. Picking at something on his fingers. His hair was growing out again, his bangs always seemed to be in eyes. Why didn't she notice that before?
"Finn?" She whispered, his head shot up, his eyes finding hers quickly.
"Clarke, hey you're awake." He said awkwardly. "Uh, Bellamy was called to help your mom, but you're friends have always been here, like taking shifts." He sat futher up the bed, playing with the blanket that was wrapped around her feet. He played with stuff when he lied.
"Where is Bellamy?" She asked, his eyes darted back up to her face.
"With your mom." She shook her head as she sat up, Finn caught her arm and helped her.
"Why?" She watched him try to pull a reason out of air, "The real reason." Her leadership mask was forming back on her face. Like piece that clicked into place.
"When we went out to get you back, Bellamy ripped his back open. When you're mom checked you out for any bleeding, she had to repair Bellamy since he carried you all the way back."
"That idiot." Clarke shook her head in frustration.
"Always has been, always will be." Finn joked, a ghost smile came accross her lips. He sat closer, pulling her onto his lap, keeping her wrapped up, he rocked her slightly as he told her about the cabins, how the adults are doing inside the camp, how the camp doesn't know the extant of her injuries. He even told her that every time Bellamy was called out of the tent, Octavia, Jasper, Raven, and himself took turns watching over her, getting food for when she roused from her sleep long enough to eat and fall back asleep. Octavia read stories that Linchon had given her.
Clarked smiled a little more, knowing that her friends loved her like that. She wasn't ever along.
"Clarke," Finn's serious tone made her look up, "What happened down there?" She looked back in her memories, it was foggy, as if her head had conjured it up as a horrific nightmare.
"Murphy wanted to know how Bellamy and I...why he didn't kill me, and I didn't tell him. To be honest, even I don't know the real answer, and when I didn't tell him, he beat me. And when I still said nothing, he...He wanted to make Bellamy disgusted with me." She shook, physically, as if she was vibrating. Finn looked down on her with a broken expression.
"Clarke," Finn held her up so her face was near level with hers, "We love you, we are here, and we will be dammed if Murphy can make us love you any less."
"There is saying, Finn, and there is doing. I'm sure Bellamy only comes in here when he has to."
"Clarke, you know when you were sick and fell over, and I caught you?" She nodded, "When I came out, Bellamy was so pissed at me, I thought he was going to kill me. I realized that he was angry he couldn't do anything to make you better. That he was helpless. He wanted that cure so badly." Clarke didn't know what to say, "My point is that Bellamy wasn't swayed by a deadly virus, and he won't be swayed by a sadistic little twit like Murphy." Despite herself, Clarke giggled at Finn's new name for Murphy.
"Thank you, Finn." She whispered into her blanket.
"You're welcome, Clarke." Restlessness settled over Clarke, "Wanna go get food?" She asked.
"Sure, I'll be right back." He said, picking her up slightly so he could put her back on the bed. She shook her head.
"I am coming with you." She smiled.
"What-really?" He asked. She nodded, then looked down at herself. She had on no pants and one of Bellamy's long shirts. She could see cuts and bruises on her arms and legs.
Finding her dark pair of pants, she found one of Bellamy's black tees, it was till long, but it hid her marks and her brusies and she looked halfway decent. She dressed quickly as Finn turned his back to her. When she was done, she tapped her shoulder and he led her into the bright light.
The sun was out and beating down on the camp. Teenagers moved a quick pace, but slowly, one by one they stopped and looked at Clarke. She felt her face redden. Raven quickly came her side, pulling her and Finn along through the small crowd to the small campfire. Bellamy was there, his back turned to her, talking to a girl. Clarke couldn't see her face, but could make out brown hair...was it Octavia?
Clarke felt herself pull back. What if it wasn't? What was she doing out here? With these prying eyes? Why did she come out? Bellamy turned around, his mouth dropped slightly, like he couldn't believe she was here. Clarke could see the girl now. It was a young girl, maybe sixteen. She had long dark hair and freckles.
"Finn, take her back to the tent." He hissed in a low tone. Clarke felt like she could throw up.
"Why?" She spat in anger. She felt so embarressed.
The girl before Bellamy spoke up, walking toward Clarke, she could almost hear Bellamy growl.
"Murphy found me, he said he took my mom, that I had to give you a message; Hope you liked our day together, was I right?" The girl shook her head, "He also asked; has Bellamy dumped you yet?" Clarke might definatly throw up.
"He..." She paused, looking at all the eyes on her, she cleared her throat, "He took your mom?"
"I think so," the girl answered, "She hasn't been back from the river in a long time." As if on que an adult woman strolled up to the conversation, unaware of the tension surronding the group.
"Abby! I have been looking for you everywhere! I told you to stay put!" The woman grabbed the girls arm.
"I went to the river to find you, I couldn't, instead..." She shook her head, and the mom went to take her back to where ever they were staying.
"Murphy's outside the camp." Clarke shook again. She felt like she could shake herself apart. Bellamy walked over to Clarke, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, as if to stop the tremors within her.
It worked.
-the100-
Bellamy watched Clarke shake, it was visable, and he had to help her. He could see Finn move behind her, but he was already there, kissing the crown of her head.
"Shh, Princess, he can't get to you." He whispered in her ear, she nodded. She took a few deep breathes against his chest, then stood straight.
"I'm okay, now." She said. Bellamy noticed Octavia and Linchon standing behind Finn.
He looked back down at Clarke, who was now looking up at him, and without any words, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the tip of his nose, like he did when she had first woken up.
"I need food." She sighed, a small smile glued to her lips.
"Sounds like a plan."
The power of love, folks. I know I had a lot of Finn in this, but I think he adds an interesting friend dynamic. And he reminds her how much Bellamy loves her, and how much their friends love her. I know I've had some people confused about what happened with Clarke and Murphy, and I know it seemed like I felt dark spots, but all Murphy did was give her hickies in some choice areas (asides from beating her).
Hopefully you guys are still with me here, and the feedback I have been getting is making me so happy. I'm writing like a mad-man right now, but don't get use to it. ;)
The song above is a powerful song called "Lead Me Out Of The Dark," By Crown the Empire.
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