I grasp the air tightly in my lungs, savouring each breath in case it's my last. My head throbs and I'm bleeding in my back where I hit the water with lots of pressure. Honestly, I didn't believe that I would make it to shore alive and yet I have, well barely. As I try to stand I see my broken wrist has become a big black, brown and purple bruise and feels so weak and fragile. I grit my teeth as I force myself to walk, my legs screaming every time they hit the ground. I take deep breaths as I continue, I'm heading towards the drop ship, praying along the way that my people will be there. I know they were at the beach when the Mountain Men came but I just have to have faith that they came back home. Hopefully, not all of us were captured, I didn't see many of our people at Mount Weather.

I recognize were I'm heading but I'm so doubtful that I can actually make it, my head is banging, my legs are shaking and my wrist burns. I'm expecting to just fall to the ground in defeat at any moment. To me the ground seems wonky and rigid, tree roots sticking from the soft land, ready to trip me up. I have to be extra careful in where I am stepping. Falling over and becoming unconscious will make it easier for the Mountain Men of hell to find me and take me back and that's the last thing I want. Pushing myself is the cruellest and hardest part of this journey, determination has to beat the pain. If it doesn't I'll fail my people, myself and Bellamy.

Suddenly, my vison becomes blurry and I feel a little woozy. My steps become wobbly as I go closer to the tress to keep my balance. My breaths start to become slower and slower and then this long root comes out of nowhere. I trip. I fall. Tears start trickling down my cheeks, I couldn't give up! I need to get to the drop ship. I need to get home. My eyes start to flutter until my vision is all black.

"Clarke, can you hear me?" A voice asks me.

My eyes slowly open before they adjust to the bright light.

At first I think I've been captured by the Mountain Men, so I jump. "Get off me! Let me go!" I scream.

"Calm down, it's only me. You're safe now." The voice tells me.

I look up to where the voice is coming from and I see Raven. "Raven?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's me Clarke." She smiles, I un tense my body and take a huge sigh in relief.

"I thought you were the Mountain Men." I admit.

"What do you mean Mountain Men, it wasn't the grounders that took you?" She asks.

"No! The Mountain Men did, I don't know how many of our people are out there. Where am I?"

"You're home." Raven exclaims, I want to smile but I feel like them mud has moulded my frown into place. "Murphy and Sam found you unconscious in the woods, they brought you back home."

"How come you made it out?" I ask, curiosity taking over me.

"After the grounder attack, some of us were able to get out in time. But we couldn't save the rest of you." Raven puts her hand on my shoulder which makes me shiver.

"Clarke's back?" A high-pitched runs in the drop ship. "Clarke." Octavia smiles, she walks over and hugs me tightly. "Is Bellamy with you?"

I suddenly feel like a dagger has been stabbed millions of times in my heart. A sad sob escapes my mouth. "Bellamy." I take a deep breath but the tears start trickling down my face. "They murdered him." I wipe the tears from my eyes. "And I couldn't save him." I state, Octavia gasps and starts weeping. "I'm sorry." I tell them before sprinting outside the camp. All of a sudden it doesn't feel like home anymore. I fall to a tree and I just ooze out tears, clutching my heart at the pain I feel.

"Clarke, it's okay. It's not your fault." I look up to see who has the nerve to bother me and I look at him in disgust. Murphy.

"Why do you care?" I spit at him.

"Because seeing you sad, makes me sad." He exclaims.

I laugh sarcastically before turning to face him. "I'm not in the mood for a laugh Murphy."

Murphy wraps his arms around me and I'm surprised.

"Get the hell of me!" I scream and push him off. "You sexual assaulted me Murphy. What makes you think you can put your disgusting hands on me!" No answer. "Just leave me alone and let me be murdered by the guilt by myself!" I turn away, and wrap my hand around my mouth to make my crying silent.

"Clarke." Murphy says.

"What?" I snap, but I already know the answer when he has his arms wrapped around me. I don't like it. But I don't retreat from it.