"Come on," Bellamy yelled, veering to the right. "There are caves this way."

He grabs Charlotte's hand and pulls her along. I realized we were near the cave Murphy had taken me to.

I ran faster. Before I knew it, I was in front of them.

And then I was on the ground. My bad ankle had given out. I fell with a cry. I started to get up right away.

We had no idea what this fog was. But fog isn't supposed to be orange. And it isn't supposed to move that quickly. It moved just a little bit faster than us, catching up too quickly.

"Come on," Bellamy groaned, grabbing my waist as I pushed myself up again. He was quick about it all since the acid burned if you touched it. He lifted me off the ground and pulled me up the hill. I wrapped my arms around his neck so he wouldn't drop me.

Charlotte almost ran past the cave but Bellamy grabbed her arm. He pushed her in and practically threw me in.

I landed on my good foot and hopped inside. I dropped to the ground and leaned back against the wall, panting.

Why didn't Bellamy just leave me? He only ever really cared about himself. And Octavia. And now kind of Charlotte. Maybe I judged him too harshly.

"Where are the others?" I asked when he came back in, coughing a little.

"There are other caves," he said, sitting down near me. "They must have found a different one."

"What was that?"

"No idea."

"How long you think we're gonna be here?" I asked, leaning my head back against the wall. My ankle was throbbing.

"Might want to get comfortable," he said.

I sighed and reached down. I pulled my boot off and rolled my pants up. My ankle was tender. It wasn't broken; it was just sprained…again.

For a few minutes, the three of us just sat there. No one knew what to say.

"Does anyone have any food?" Charlotte asked softly.

I sighed and reached into my bag. I'd grabbed it right before we left, knowing it'd come in handy sometime.

I had another weapon, my jacket while my sweatshirt was tied around my waist, a small container made from the dropship full of nuts and berries, a canteen of water. I didn't trust anyone else to pack what we needed. And I didn't trust the Grounders not to take me again. I wanted to be prepared.

"Here," I said, grabbing out the container. I passed it up to her.

"Thanks," she said softly. She took some and passed it back to me.

I offered it to Bellamy next but he didn't want any. I shrugged and ate some for myself. They were actually pretty good and pretty filling.

"Here," I said, pulling out the water after a little while. I gave it to Charlotte first. She drank some quickly. I then made Bellamy drink some even though he didn't want to. I drank last, making sure to save some for later.

I took my jacket out and put it in a pile next to Charlotte. We both exchanged a smile before she laid down. Bellamy put his jacket over her as a blanket.

I didn't think I would be sleeping. There was no way I was going to sing in front of Bellamy. And anyway, I want to be out there the second the fog is gone. I have to make sure the others are okay. Did the fog go all the way to camp?

"Do you remember me?" Bellamy finally asked after a half an hour of silence. I'm pretty sure Charlotte was already asleep.

I looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. I honestly didn't think he remembered me. I simply nodded.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

I shrugged. "I didn't know if you remembered me."

"Nearly a year of visiting every day," he said. "I think anyone would remember."

I laughed a little. "Life was so much simpler than," I sighed. My smile faded. "What happened?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you come back?"

He sighed and looked down. He swirled the dirt around with his finger. "I did something stupid."

"But you didn't get floated," I said. "So it wasn't that stupid."

"I took Octavia to a party," he sighed. "We got caught. She went to lockup and I became a janitor."

"Oh," I breathed. "That was pretty stupid," I said with a smile.

Bellamy laughed.

"But it all worked out. You and Octavia are on Earth together-"

"And she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you," I said. "But it would help if you'd be a little nicer to her friend…like Jasper."

"Why do you guys care so much?" he asked with a sigh.

"Are you kidding? Octavia cares because first he saved her life and then he went first to try to impress her. She feels like it's her fault and the only thing that will change that is him waking up. It was Clarke's idea to go to Mount Weather. She feels like it's her fault Jasper was even put in that position. And she can't save him like she thinks her mother would be able to. Monty is losing his best friend and there's nothing he can do. He's trying with the wristbands but nothing's working right now. It was supposed to be Finn going first. It was supposed to be Finn getting hurt but Jasper stepped forward instead. He feels guilty now too. Even Wells feels guilty because he couldn't go."

We sat in silence for a little while. I just looked at the wall across from me, rather than Bellamy to the right.

"And you?"

I looked over at him sharply. "We were dragged through miles of woods and strung up. We were both injured and I didn't know if we'd survive. I was knocked unconscious twice but both time I woke up, Jasper was there. Just knowing he was there and knowing I had to do something, helped me fight back and ignore the pain. I didn't give up…because of him. And I'm not giving up on him now. Clarke will find something and he will wake up."

I looked back down again.

"Why do you have so much faith in Clarke?"

I shrugged. "Who else am I gonna have faith in?"

"Me," he said simply, looking down again.

"You strong-armed your way into power," I said. "You got idiots to take off their wristbands for food. People are gonna die up there and they're gonna die down here. We're not enough to take on Grounders."

"You killed three," he said, looking up at me.

I swallowed. "And there were four of them," I said simply.

I slipped my sweatshirt on, pulled the screws from my hair to put them in my bag, and pulled my ponytail out. I fluffed my hair and pulled my hood up. I leaned against the wall again and stared at the wall.

Bellamy laid down and turned away from me.

We were only silent a half an hour before Charlotte was screaming.

"Charlotte," I gasped. I reached up and shook her shoulder. Bellamy was up again, shaking her knees.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking between the two of us.

I glanced back at Bellamy before I looked over at her again. "Does it happen often?"

"What are you scared of?" Bellamy asked. "You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it."

"But…I'm asleep," she said, looking over at him and pouting a little.

"Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep."

"Yeah, but…how?"

"You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you." She handed him her knife and he gripped it tight. I furrowed my eyebrows. Where was he going with this? "Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say, 'screw you. I'm not afraid.'"

He handed it back to her and she did the same. "Screw you. I'm not afraid. Screw you. I'm not afraid." The second time was stronger.

"Slay your demons, kid. Then you'll be able to sleep."

He laid back down but I could tell she still didn't want to go to sleep. You can't just tell yourself you're not afraid. She was still scared.

I leaned back against the wall again and I sang.

"My precious one, my tiny one, lay down your pretty head. My dearest one my sleepy one, it's time to go to bed," I sang softly.

Bellamy stiffened but didn't say anything. After the song, I glanced back and saw Charlotte was asleep.

I laid my head back and fell asleep quickly.