A/N: Hi Guys! I hope you have liked this story. This will probably be the final and longest chapter, unless it gets more followers and stuff, then maybe after my main story I am working on, I will continue it. Anyways, the movie it was inspired from was Spritied Away. This will also have a different POV

The nightmare continues, Clarke thought bitterly as she looked around the white room, Dr. Simon had been visting her every day since he had first showed up in her dream. He always asked the same questions, how are you? How is Bellamy? It sucks. She looked at him fully from her white bed. She hardly moved.

"Clarke?" He finally said, she looked at him. He was probably mid twenties. He looked young, but emotionless. His eyes held no light. Such detail for a dream.

"What? What could you possibly want from me?" She hissed.

"You realize that this," He gestured around him, "Could actually be reality."

"The fuck it is. This is a stress dream, PTSD, perhaps."

"You have that part right." His mouth twitched at the corner, what could he possibly find humorus?

"What do you want?" She asked again.

"To know more about you, about your people." He wrote something down in a little notebook he kept with him.

"I should wake up now," Clarke said absentmindedly, it's probably morning." This caught Dr. Simon off guard.

"Excuse me?" He said quickly, his face curled like he tasted something sour.

"I need to wake up." Clarke spoke, then squeezed her eyes shut, she barely heard him, he sounded far away,

"No, Clarke, stay awake."

Clarke opened her eyes. She was right. It was morning. Bellamy was already up, and she could hear people walking past the tent. Quickly Clarke through on her boots and walked out. It had been a month since her mother and the rest of the Ark survivors had came to camp. Her dreams had gotten worse. It seemed harder to wake up than before. Sometimes she'd wake up with Bellamy staring at her like she was on fire.

"Clarke?" She turned to see Raven. She had her hair down for the first time in a while. "The boys are working on the first cabins for winter." She motioned to a blackend, open space with logs scattered about. Oddly enough, the air hadn't gotten any colder. Something kept tugging itself from the back of her mind, but she ignored it.

"How is it going? No severed fingers?" Clarke smiled at Jasper and Bellamy who were cutting branches off a new log.

"Ha, funny." Bellamy smirked.

"Oh, I wasn't joking. A group of delinquents with knives? That sounds like a safe idea." Her tone sounded like a sarcastic mother.

"She has a point there-" Clarke felt herself pull away, black was all she saw until...

God Damn IT! Clarke screamed at Dr. Simon who was leaning over her. He jumped back quickly.

"Nice to see you too, Miss Griffin." He stated saractically. Other than that, there was no emotion in his eyes, body or anything about him for that matter.

"Fuck you."

"I have more questions." He said, making himself home of the love seat that was in her cell.

"Of course you do." She sat up, her hair clung to her face, "But I have to go back."

Dr. Simons watched Clarkes eyes shut. She was a stubborn little girl, but he didn't blame her for her coping mechanism. He walked out into the hall. A guard stationed there nodded at his presence.

"The captain would like to speak to you." He said.

"Very well." Dr. Simon said, walked through the maze of halls to a large blue steel door.

Before he could knock, the door opened to a large guard dressed in a dark blue uniform, he had no expression on his exposed face. Dr. Simons looked past him to a round man in a blue silk business suit, he had short, chopped gray hair and a military face.

"Ah, Peter, just the man I wanted to see!" He smiled at the the Doctor.

"Captain," Peter said simply, walking into the room.

"How is the leader of the "Sky People" doing?" He seemed eager to know of the people who returned.

"She is still unaware of her...situation."

"A pity." The Captain shook his head, "Well, I guess, if she will be no use to us, we cut her loose."

"Meaning?" Peter straightend.

"Meaning, we end her suffering." The Captain feigned a pouty face at Peter's alarmed look. "Oh, please, Peter, she is living in la la land, she couldn't help us understand shit."

"Let me try one more thing, please, Sir."

"Why?"

"You want to understand how many are alive, how they survivied above, she can tell us!"

"We are low on supplies, Peter, we will need to start making sacrificesif above ground is still unsafe."

"We need her."

"What is so special about her? Sure, she is the only leader left, but we have the rest of the group, why her?"

Peter froze, he hadn't realized how attached he was to this girl. What was special? Her spirit. Even though she spent most of their conversations swearing at him, she was wild and passionate about her friends. It had been awhile since he had seen that emotion.

That was what they lacked in their little bunker.

Emotions.

"She is different." He said finally.

"Fine, one last try, and if she doesn't respond, we cut her loose." The Captain said, waving his hand as if to dismiss him. He nodded and turned, walking back to the cells to the boy named Monty. He would need his help.

The boy sat in his cell, counting tiles in the ceiling when Peter walked in. He didn't look from the ceiling. Monty was quiet a help with knowing about their camp, about the people and the leaders. But he still kept things secret, only telling as much as he had too.

"Dr. Simon." The boy spoke.

"Monty, I need your help." He looked at him now, his dark hair fell in his eyes.

"Help? With what?"

"Your friend, Clarke, she is putting herself in a near comatose state, unable to grasp reality. I think if you spoke to her, she will realize this."

"Why now?" The boy asked, sensing the catch.

"My superior will kill her if she doesn't come back to reality."

"Lovely." The boy said sarcastically. "What do you need me to do?"

Clarke had opened her eyes to Bellamy holding her, yelling at someone to help. She looked at his face, noticing that after a month, his cuts still looked the same as they did before. They almost looked like the cuts he had gotten when he fought with Dax. That thought she had kept down crept up, but she refused to let it out. She turned to see Octavia who was next to her, and Raven, Finn, Jasper...She felt her heart break.

This isn't real.

"No..." Clarke gasped at the pain in her chest. Bellamy held her tighter.

"What's wrong, Princess?" He whispered in her hear, urgency thick in his voice.

"This...It isn't..." She couldn't hold back her sobs. That was why her memory was so hazy when she woke after the fight. Her mind transposed her friends in her mind. A form of PTSD. She remembered how Dr. Simons studied her.

"Clarke!" Bellamy's face was twisted with anguish. Of course this couldn't be real. He didn't love her, but she wished she could've told him of her feelings before he died. How much he started to mean to her.

And Finn, how she did love him, how he was her best friend, and Raven, Octavia...

She turned and kissed Bellamy fully, it didn't feel the same now, like a mirror would never be the same once you cracked it.

"Clarke?" She heard Octavia ask.

"This is a dream." Clarke whispered to herself. Then she felt herself wake up.

The room seemed brighter when she opened her eyes. She looked over at the camera in the corner of the room and flipped it a finger. A sound came from her door and she noticed a face that walked through.

"Monty!" Clarke cried, feeling tears pour down her face, she leaped off her bed and hugged the boy in front of her, noticing Dr. Simon behind him.

"How are you?" Monty asked, Clarke felt a sob wrench her body.

"It's not real," Clarke managed, she looked to see a disapointed face on Dr. Simon.

"What do you mean?" Monty asked, pulling away to look at her face. It was probably red, and puffy and gross, and she probably made it worse when she sniffed.

"My dream, the camp, it isn't real." She shook her head, looking at the Doctor. His disapointed look melted into a more of a relieved look.

"Monty, they are dead. Bellamy, Finn, Raven...they're all dead." She sobbed again.

"I know." Was all he said, tears making his dark eyes glassy.

"I will leave you two for a bit, but I will be back." Dr Simons said, excusing himself from the room. Clarke wanted to say something to him, but he was already out.

They are all dead. She had cried. Did it make him a monster that he didn't tell her the truth? The name's she spoke may have been dead, but the rest of the 100 were locked down. He remembered watching Clarke sleep, her closed eyes searching for the man called Bellamy. She loved him. Love was something that was rarely seen in this hell hole.

"Guard, tell the Captain the experiment worked." He told the first dark uniform he saw. This guard, he began to notice, was different. He had a mask on, even though it was unneeded. He nodded, but walked the wrong way.

"Excuse me, Guard?" Peter called, a quick hot pain laced itself with his skull, the Guard turned to watch him fall without action toward whoever hit him. Peter looked up to a woman in ratty, indecent Ground clothes. She was older, with a messy braid in her hair and dark eyes that reminded him of Clarke. It had the same passion. She looked at the Guard who took off his mask to reveil a mat of black curls and even darker eyes. More people came behind the woman as she bent down to put her face close to his.

"Now, where is my daughter?"

Okay you guys, that is the end. I couldn't leave you guys without any hope. Now you can think of your own happy ending. What did you think of the whole dream thing? Was it what you expected? Do you think Dr. Peter Simon is someone good or bad?

Thank you for reading because it honestly means so much, and it means more when you comment. Like I said above, I have a Bellarke story I posted on Tumblr and got huge feed back for, so I will post it here soon. Love ya guys!