Never Let You Go// The 100

Blind (Part 1)

*Chapter 5*

"Life calls the tune, we dance."

-John Galsworthy

I finished the first flask of moonshine in ten minutes. The second one in five. Somehow I wasn't drunk yet. Or at least not drunk enough to forget what I had seen.

There were pictures of me as a little girl, swinging on a tire swing and posing in front of a big house I had never seen before. Pictures of a little boy, Bellamy of course, playing with me and another girl who looked remarkably like him. I had never met Bellamy's sister but I could tell that was her.

There was a red paper lantern and a worn sky blue dress that I would have fallen in love with when I was a child. (In this life at least). And how could I forget the thick stack of drawings, with creases from being folded into airplanes. Each one I looked at left a hole in my heart, yet I still didn't know why. Well, I sort of did, but I refused to believe it.

At the bottom of the stack was a printed out webpage.There was a black and white picture of a house with a "for sale" sign in the front. I usually tried to look on the bright side of things but I knew this would be bad.

Another house sold on Ark Road for $617,000. Sold by Century 21 and the Blake family.

Once again, we weren't meant to be. Always wasn't good enough, apparently. I took another sip of moonshine. I wanted to close the box and forget all about it. Maybe set it on fire so I was never tempted again, but I knew I couldn't do it. There were too many memories inside and too much I needed to know. The box was something I could never take back, no matter how hard I tried.

I set aside the second stack, placing it next to the first one. If I was going to get my memories back I needed to be strong. So I wiped away the tears, put away the alcohol, and kept digging into my past lives. Because that's what they were and I couldn't deny it any longer.

I had always believed in parallel universes but I never thought something like this could happen. This was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. A chance to make whatever I was doing wrong, right. So, I took the chance.

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Bellamy Blake became blind at the age of 3. He didn't know what it was like to watch the sun set or to read a book. He could barely remember what his mother looked like and hadn't even seen his baby sister when she was born. He didn't even know what he looked like. Although, according to most people, he was pretty hot.

But Bellamy didn't take these things too hard. I mean, he was used to it. After the accident, being tough was something he had to do everyday. Sitting in hospitals and going to special schools. Learning braille and trying to take care of himself. He wasn't doing very well on the last part, which had sort of become a problem.

"What are you going to do when I'm gone?" Octavia demanded one afternoon, after a particularly bad day. Bellamy wasn't always the little angel he claimed to be. Not being able to see was quite infuriating some days.

"I'll be happy." Bellamy sighed, collapsing against the back of his chair. He always said sarcasm was his best defense. Along with his cane, which he hit people with on many occasions when they were being annoying. He was sort of like a senior citizen who was long past his prime and said inappropriate things in public. It never amused his sister.

"Haha." Octavia muttered. He could almost hear her eyes rolling and her hands on her hips. That was what most people did when Bellamy said something he shouldn't have. "Seriously, Bell, I'm worried about you. You never remember to take your medicine, you can barely walk without someone guiding you, and I wouldn't be surprised if you somehow got yourself into a fight."