WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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WONDERING !
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 FORTY-THREE・*: ·. ⇌ ஜ .·: *

Maya's soul-crushing screams bounce off every wall in the room.

Millie's eyes latched onto Bellamy the instant Maya dropped to her knees, breaking out into a fit of sobs. Jasper follows her actions, doing the best he can to console her. But what was there to do? The dead man's hand is ripped from Millie's in a way that seems to jolt her from her daydream. The blonde blinks rapidly, her legs go icy as the man is lifted from her body and into Maya's arms. The blood was still warm on her thighs, it hadn't been long at all.

She shoots up, stumbling over her own feet as she puts as much distance between herself and Maya's father as she could. Her back hit the empty cage; the rattling echoed through the room.

Millie has seen countless dead bodies before; she was no amateur. So why was a dead man, who she hardly spoke two words to, sending her mind into a frenzy? She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog that clouded her vision.

Snap out of it!

There were more people that could be saved, people she could help. People she cared about. People who meant something to her. People who needed them. Oh, for god's sake, Millie, snap out of it!

Her blood-soaked legs shook as her eyes bounced off every corner of the room, desperately finding something to hold onto. Her hands cracked her own knuckles, the popping sound gaining Monty's attention. He, unlike Jasper, was frantically searching the room for the missing grounder army.

Oh yeah, Millie remembered.

Her legs stilled at the familiar cold touch to her arms, two large hands grab a hold of her. Millie doesn't let herself flinch as her crazed eyes meet his much calmer ones, though Millie could sense the panic in his features. Find something you recognize. One, two three; she counted the freckles across his face. Snap out of it!

Millie blinked rapidly, forcefully tearing her eyes away from his face. She swallowed the lump that lodged itself in her throat, suddenly her eyes were darting across the room in a frantic manor. Bellamy had yet to speak, but she knew he was aching too. Millie had to block Maya's cries out, focusing her attention on the missing grounder army.

"The grounders," her voice came out shakier than she intended, so she clears her throat. "They're gone, they left. . . um, I think their people came to get them. I don't, I don't really know I left for a minute and when I came back, they,"

She swallowed, fingers helplessly picking at her bracelet. Bellamy frowned, keeping his eyes on her as he reached down and grabbed her wrist. Millie groaned, raking her free hand through her hair. "I shouldn't have left, I should have. . ." she trailed off. Because what else could she have done even if she stayed in the room?

Bellamy shook his head, "it's not your fault." Millie ran her tongue over her teeth, preparing herself to argue. "It's not." He cut her off, tightening his grip around her wrist. "You hear me? There's nothing you could have done."

She nods slowly, though they both knew she wasn't agreeing.

   Millie then is pulled through the room, down the halls and past security doors. She can't bear to look at Maya, and she's still not even sure why. Bellamy's hand is still latched onto her wrist, Monty seems to be glued to her side as they weave through the mountain.

  It isn't until Bellamy releases his grip on her, and Octavia Blake is wrapping her arms around her brother that Millie comes to.

   She blinks rapidly, hardly getting a glimpse of the girl before Octavia's body is knocked into her own. The shorter girl wraps her arms around Millie's waist, squeezing so tight Millie thinks she might burst. Her arms hang lose at her side, Octavia almost laughs.

   "Hug me back," she whispers, so low Millie almost missed it.