𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 | bellamy blake²

❀ | chapter nine

009.

━━━━━━ ◦ ❃ ◦ ━━━━━━ 

     Bellamy was nowhere to be found, although it wasn't like Maggie had been searching every square inch of Arkadia for him.

      A strange feeling consumed the girl— one that felt foreign, like she couldn't even put a finger on what it truly was because she was so not used to it. 

     For as long as she could remember, she always had a reason to keep going. A purpose, if you will. Helping people was always up there, but with the little bit of power that she did own stripped away from her for the time being, she was lost. 

     If she was upset, or something was nagging at her mind, her instant way of relieving the stress was one of two things:

     One— being a guard. Going up on lookout with Miller standing on the opposing side cracking jokes brought her back to tranquility. It was one of the places where she felt most herself. 

     Two— Bellamy Blake. All of her peers, students, and friends were able to help her find solace, but nobody could do so like Bellamy. Whether it be his little words of reassurance, or the feeling of his hand gently running through her hair as her heart rate slowed, it all worked the same. He knew her pain better than anyone else— at least her pain that had been caused from her time on  the ground. 

     Currently, she was stuck with neither resolution. Full-fledged breakdowns were completely extraneous to her; her somberness tended to get resolved quickly. Perhaps that was why she felt so bizarre. 

     Laying down on her and Bellamy's cot, she peered out of the small window; everything was going on as normal. How could everyone feel the same as usual when things had changed so drastically? As far as she was concerned, her freedom had been torn from her— was nobody else affected?

     The twist of the doorknob barely even startled her, and her eyes remained glued on a small group of kids playing soccer in the dirt. 

     She felt the bed sink down on the opposite side she was laying on, and the presence of the figure that would usually bring her so much comfort only made her more uneasy. It was so silent. 

     "Baby," he lowly spoke, fingertips grazing her exposed forearm in attempt to grasp her attention, "Please."

     As much as she wanted to bury her face in his chest and wrap her arms around him as tightly as possible, Maggie refused to give in. What would that make her if she did? Slowly, her head turned to face him; his skin had been washed off, and he changed out of the bloody clothes he wore without shame just hours prior. "Nice jacket," she whispered, noting that he had returned to wearing the jacket, more than likely regifted to him via Pike. 

     "You're mad," he determined, seemingly at peace with that concept. 

      Sitting up, her head only shook vigorously, "Not at all; I'm disappointed. And I've been replaying the situation over and over again in my head, and I just can't find it in myself to understand why you would do something like this. They were innocent Trikru members that were sent to protect us from further attacks."

      "Oh yeah— innocent?" Bellamy questioned, raising his voice, "Who killed Roma? Finn? Who speared Jasper within the first hours we were on the ground? They started this— we've been at war ever since we landed on Earth."