Author's notes:
I can't believe I waited this long to write a new chapter. I'm so sorry. I love The Hundred and would sit and obsess over it all the time if I could, but sadly I can't so I just have to obsess whenever I get time. This chapter is slightly longer, so I hope it makes up for not updating for a while. Enjoy!
Chapter five:
Clarke:
I've been in Wonderland for almost a week now, and Bellamy and I have worked out a system. We eat together, work at different places, and sleep together. He takes the chair and I take the bed in his cabin (He refuses to switch. Not even sometimes.) I have to sleep near Bellamy because every night I either remember something or have a nightmare. It works out for both of us because he wants to hear about them to lean more and it is nice for me to talk to someone after.
It was like any other night. We ate together after work then went to his cabin to sleep. I offer to sleep on the chair. He says fuck off Princess. It happens every night. I roll my eyes and tell him goodnight. He smirks and tells me goodnight. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. The only problem was the flashback I had while I was sleeping.
*Flashback*
"Clarke," a woman said walking up behind me. I smiled happily. "Yes, mother?" I asked. My voice was full of love and admiration. "Your stiches are not strait. Go redo them." She said. Her voice was cold. There was no love there. "Mother?" I asked. "Go fix the stiches and go to bed. I don't want to look at you. You ungrateful bitch of a daughter," my mother said venomously before walking off. I felt my cheeks get wet as I turned around and walked back the way I came.
*End flashback*
I woke up with a small jump.
"You okay Princess?" Bellamy asked not looking up from his book. When I didn't answer, he looked up and said, "Was it a memory or a nightmare?"
"It was a very bad memory," I said softly. I felt my eyes fill up with tars as I told Bellamy what I remembered.
"Hey, it's okay. You have us now. Everyone in this camp loves you," Bellamy said.
"Thanks," I said with a small smile, "Now we need to get some sleep."
"Why?" Bellamy asked me.
"We are going to get the new Greenie tomorrow." I said.
"No, I am going tomorrow." He said.
"And I'm going with you," I said.
"Fine," He said giving up.
"Yay!" I said happily.
"Goodnight Princess," he said smiling.
"Goodnight Bell," I said and for the second time that night, I fell asleep with a smile.
Bellamy:
When Clarke called me Bell, I got a flood of memories. They were of three girls. In the first one, I was four. It was a woman making lunch for me. That's my mom. The next one I was six. It was a baby being born. My sister, I named her Octavia. My sister my responsibility I remembered. I remembered playing with Octavia. I would play whatever she wanted to play. We played Barbies, my little ponies, littlest pet shop, tag, and anything else we could think of. I remembered meeting Clarke. She moved to my town, in the house right next to mine, I was fifteen. I remember kissing Clarke a lot. I remember falling in love with Clarke. I remember the men in white suites that Clarke remembered coming into my house. I remember one of them shooting my mother. I remember them thanking Clarke. I remember them dragging Octavia and me away. Holy fuck! Clarke works with them. I have to tell someone. Miller!
I went and grabbed Miller from where he was sleeping.
"Miller, we need to talk," I said, "gather the council members and meet me on the third floor of the dropship."