Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

7

            I sat in Clarke and I’s tent alone and sobbing. This was the first time I had cried since my mom died, and it was the worst pain I had ever felt to date. All I needed was somebody, anybody, to sit and comfort me; I would have even taken my dad.

            Clarke and Finn ran off to god knows where, and they left the extremely mentally unstable girl all by her lonesome. That was just a recipe for disaster waiting to happen.

            Losing my mom and seeing my dad’s face after I killed Kristy hurt a ton, but losing Murphy hurt. Maybe it was because I was more emotionally invested in him, because we had sex but this emotional pain was like nothing I had ever felt before.

Who would have guess that I didn’t sleep that night? It would be impossible for me to sleep through my sobs, and I was just so terrified for Murphy’s life. He would last maybe a week out there by himself, but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the grounders would find him.

            I was just so depressed I couldn’t even move; it felt like there were fifty pound weights all on my body, because the weight of my sadness was too great. Tears still flowed from my eyes, and I had begun to contemplate running out of the front gate to find Murphy. He couldn’t have gone far.

            Then, abruptly, the flap of the tent opened, and Clarke stepped inside looking at me sympathetically—as if last night had never happened. She sat down next to me on my sleeping bag and placed her hand on my back, and Clarke cooed, “I’m so sorry for everything that happened.”

            Never in my life had I felt so dead inside. “Why does this hurt so badly?” I sighed emotionless.

            “You connected with Murphy in a special way, everyone could see it, so it made leaving him hurt even worse,” Clarke huffed, and then asked kindly, “Can I get you anything?”

            I cried softly, and I whispered, “Just stay here.”

            We were silent for nearly thirty minutes; I cried and Clarke rubbed my back, but the flap to the tent opened once again to reveal Bellamy. “There’s smoke in the distance from something that fell from the sky, and we need you for our search party,” Bellamy said to Clarke urgently.

            Angrily, Clarke glared at Bellamy, and she snapped, “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

            I slowly sat up right, and stated with a tone of false bravery, “I’ll go.”

            “Are you sure?” Clarke tried to convince me, “You didn’t sleep at all last night.”

            “I need to go,” I lied with a fake smile, “It will be therapeutic.”

In the sky was a plume of black smoke, and I could smell the fuel from whatever had made a crash landing. Clarke was walking with Finn, and I did not like that one bit—he is definitely hiding something from us.

            Bellamy was leading the group, but once he noticed that I was lagging behind he let Clarke and Finn lead. He stood by my side awkwardly as we trekked throughout the forest; this was not the time to try and flirt with me, Bellamy!

            “Eve,” Bellamy sighed, “I’m so sorry for everything that happened last night.”

            Tears welled in my eyes, and I brokenly asked, “Then why did you let it happen?”