Ghost Story | Bellamy Blake [2] [Rewritten]

01| Injustice

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and, at times, hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

- Marilyn Monroe.

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Her eyes twitched underneath her eyelids as her mind suddenly filled with flashes—Bellamy telling her to run, a loud rumble, pain and then nothing. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her head which told her that she definitely was alive. A groan escaped as a reaction to the pain, and she moved a little, noticing that she wasn't laying on something uncomfortable. "Scarlett?" Someone familiar voiced from behind her. She wanted to react, but she paused for a second. What would she face once she opened her eyes? She didn't like to admit it, not even to herself, but she was scared. Feet shuffling next to her stopped her train of thought and someone grabbed her hand. "Scarlett, come back to me." The voice again.

Scarlett let out another groan and decided right then and there that she needed to open her eyes is she wanted to know what was going on. She slowly opened her eyes but was met with a blinding light, "Ah, fuck!" Her head started to pound like crazy and she closed her eyes once more.

"Scar!" The voice sounded clearer now and she noticed the light moving away from her face. She opened her eyes once again and sat up carefully, rubbing her head before turning it to the right.

"Bellamy." She breathed out and slung herself towards him. He repeated her name for the umpteenth time, but she didn't care. They were alive and well enough to function and that's all that mattered to her. She slowly pushed herself away from him and adjusted herself on the table that she'd been laying on, so she was facing him properly. "A table has never been this comfortable..." She muttered, causing Bellamy to let out an airy laugh. He was glad that whatever she hit her head on, hadn't changed her humor. "I've got to ask, what happened?"

Bellamy cleared his throat, growing serious again. "During the fight, Clarke moved everyone inside of the drop ship so they could launch it and cause a big enough explosion to harm any Grounder close enough. We were both on the outskirts of the camp, so it was clear enough we wouldn't be able to make it. We had to make a run for it. You were to busy fighting off a Grounder to notice, so I shouted for you to run which you did. I wasn't that close behind you, but when the blast hit it slung us both forward and you were unlucky enough to hit your head against something." The memories were slowly coming back to her, though she secretly wished they hadn't— they were horrific. She slowly nodded for him to continue. "I had no idea what I needed to do. You were still conscious and whispering my name. I was so worried Scarlett, don't ever do that again."

Scarlett her expression softened and she smiled slightly, "You know I can't promise that, but I can try." He nodded and returned her smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. Scarlett noticed. "What's wrong?"

"There's some good news but some bad, too. Somewhere along the flight the Ark crashed on the earth. Oxygen supply had finally run out which led them to the decision to bring the whole Ark down. A lot managed to survive but many didn't." Scarlett her eyes widened and then grew confused, then remembering the orange streak she saw in the sky during the fight. She looked around her and noticed she was somewhere she hadn't been in a while.

"We're actually back on the Ark? When? Where's everyone?"

Bellamy couldn't help but be a little amused. "After making a makeshift stretcher for you and bumping into Monroe and Sterling, some people of the Ark found us. We had decided even before coming across their paths that we needed to go back to everyone else at the drop ship. We did just that and found Finn bound behind a horse of that Grounder, Tristan. We had to kill him and after that we all went back to the drop ship. Long story short, we'd found Raven but the others were nowhere to be found."