**Clarke**
Murphy's there, laughing at me. My face is covered in thick, oozy blood. I scream and plead but he has no mercy. A long, red belt is gripped inside his right hand. But with his left, he strokes my cheek so roughly. Pins and needles spread all over my body. I scream for Bellamy- no answer. Murphy hits me every time I make a sound. Blood rolls from my nose and mouth. My hair is a lump of knots.
"Please. Please. Don't, don't hurt me anymore." I whisper, my words so vacant it whistles away like the wind.
"Shut up princess!" He chuckles pressing his lips on mine, instantly I pull away and hit Murphy in the face. He just giggles crazily and stomps over to me. Knife in his hand. "You'll be so much easier when you're dead." I feel the knife end touching my trembling neck. My eyes are closed tightly and water drops my eyes. This is the end. I try to imagine myself in the perfect place. The meadow. With the perfect person. Bellamy. I pretend to hum, I hear the beautiful songs of the magical birds. My hair blows in the majestic wind. The first scar makes my throat tickle. Only a few drops of blood drip out.
Suddenly, I don't feel the knife anymore. I open my eyes and my imaginary world is gone. But I do see Bellamy. He is fighting with Murphy and I don't stop them. I don't want to. Murphy deserves to die. He deserves to feel as much pain as I did, as Bellamy did, as all of us did. He pounds Murphy, making blood splutter from his mouth. I think about how this will turn out. Bellamy is stronger. But Murphy has the knife. While I'm thinking the dreadful sound of the knife entering a body echo's around the room. The tragic gulp escapes from his mouth. But when I realize the only thing coming out of Murphy's mouth is laughter. I take a deep, whimpering breath. Wonder slowly over to my dying lover. Bellamy has blood spiting from his mouth, tears dripping from his eyes. I crouch down to him and cry myself. Letting everything out.
"I'm...sorry." He coughed. His eyes start closing faintly.
"No! Don't die on me! Bellamy! Please!" I whimper, placing my head on his dying chest.
***
"No!" I scream waking from a frightening nightmare. Tears fills my eyes
"Clarke, what's wrong?" Bellamy runs into my tent alive and not stabbed by Murphy.
"It doesn't matter." I state.
He comes round and sits next to me. "Come on you can tell me." His hand pats my back. I retreat instantly. Because all I can picture is Murphy sitting next to me, not Bellamy. I put my head in my hands to hold away my tears. "Clarke?" He asks again taking my hand in his. But I don't feel the warmth of his hand, I feel the coldness of Murphy's. Pulling my hand away, I run from the tent.
**Bellamy**
I wish I killed Murphy, everything about him made me sick. His look. His personality. Everything. Right when I had the chance. He deserves to die! If only I could get my hands around his neck. He deserves to die!
Sitting in the tent, I'm speechless. I have a feeling I know what's happening with Clarke. She's having nightmares about Murphy. Because I didn't kill him! Loving Clarke, is the best thing I've done, I don't want to screw that up. I'm so lucky to love her. But knowing that monster is still out there - that's worrying. The sun is setting and I take off my shirt and shoes and just lie in the bed. Imagining myself living happily with Clarke. With the relief of knowing Murphy's gone. Gone for good.
"Bellamy." I hear someone whisper. I open my eyes and it's pitch black. It's Clarke. She lies down next to me. Her warmth spreading to me.
"Murphy. That's the nightmares. When ever someone touches me. All I see is him."
I cradle my arm around her and I feel her shudder. But Clarke just smiles weakly and snuggles up to me. "It's my fault. I should of killed him when I had the chance." I exclaim.
"No, it wasn't. Don't say that he should die because you're not a murderer. I saw you in the woods with Atom I know you're not a killer." She kisses me on the cheek and then starts drifting off to sleep.
I know I should say something, but what? I like Clarke a lot but I've never told her. There isn't really time for love on the ground. But when she said I'm not a killer, she might be right. Killing Murphy, would be like killing my humanity.
**Clarke**
Everyone is out and building great achievements. Boys are building more of the wall. Girls are trying to do weapons. Bellamy left me in charge of watching the entrance workers. I don't know why though, I thought we were all in this together.
I suddenly feel a hand around my stomach. "How's it going?" He asks.
"It's going." I smile.
Meanwhile this random comes over to us. "Bellamy, Clarke. Come look." Then she runs off and we follow. As when we reach the entrance through the walls. We see this teenage girl with dark hair walking along straight towards us. Bellamy's grip loosens and he runs outside the gate.
"Octavia!" He shouts.