Through It All (Bellarke)

Chapter Six

Clarke's Pov:

What was his problem? We were actually having fun and getting along. But no. He had to ruin it. That's what assholes do, though. I shouldn't be surprised. But I couldn't help but feel hurt.

Pushing his smile, his laugh, even his stupidly cute freckles from my mind, I walked back to camp. I was determined to forget all about Bellamy Blake. And I knew it was wrong, but Finn was the perfect person to help me do so.

"Finn!" I called over to him as I jogged over. I caught his attention immediately.

He came over to me with a grin on his face. "What's up, Clarke?" He asked.

"We should explore again. I had a lot of fun with you yesterday," I practically flirted. He nodded, and we were off. Hand in hand.

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Bellamy's Pov:

God, I hated him. He followed her around like a lost puppy, and now he was leading her into the woods. I knew I shouldn't have invited her into the lake with me. Why did I even do it? I knew she was into Finn.

I needed to blow off some steam, so I went out into the woods, making sure I was going in the opposite direction of them. I was going to hunt. We needed to feed the camp somehow.

After a couple of hours, I walked back to camp with a panther looking thing over my shoulder. He put up a good fight, considering I had blood dripping from a scratch on my face. It was barely light outside by the time I made it back to camp.

I asked Murphy and Atom to help me skin and cook the panther. In exchange for food, I made the criminals remove their pesky wristbands.

Finn strolled over and reached for two skewers.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him.

"No rules, right?" He asked me with an annoying smirk. So, I grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Maybe we should rethink that," I said, then whispered  as threateningly as I could, " try to pull a stunt like that again and having your wristband removed will be the least of your worries."

Clarke walks over. "Let go of him, Bellamy," she demands. I rolled my eyes, letting go of him, but not before I pushed him out of my way. I stormed off to my tent.

I just barely reached the front of my tent when I heard sobbing coming from a nearby tree. I cautiously walked over to the noise when I saw her. Charlotte.

She was tossing and turning. I crouched down and gently woke her up.

Soon, she looks up at me with her big eyes. "What were you dreaming of?" I asked her.

"My parents. Every time I close my eyes, I see them being floated. It scares me," she said sadly.

"Here," I said, handing her a small knife,"whenever you feel afraid, hold this knife out and say,'screw you. I'm not afraid.' Alright?" She nodded and took the knife from my hand.

"Screw you, I'm not afraid," she said.

I gave her a small smile and said, "Slay your demons, kid." I gave her a light squeeze on her shoulder and walked away. I didn't make it very far when I heard yelling coming from the forest. I ran towards it.

It was Atom. But I couldn't get to him. A mysterious yellow-green fog started to cover everywhere. He tripped and got caught up in the gas. He laid on the grass, writhing in pain. I needed to find shelter. I ran to a cave nearby. I'll help him when it passes, I practically vowed to myself.

It felt like I spent hours in that stupid cave, but it was probably around a half hour when the fog passed. I sprinted as fast as I could to Atom.

I kneeled down next to him. He looked awful. And the only thing he said was, "Kill.. me."

"No, Atom. Clarke.. Clarke can fix you, okay?"I said. I must not have sounded convinced of that myself because he shook his head now. And whispered the two words again.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a knife. How was I supposed to kill him? He has been my friend. I shakely move my knife towards him. I couldn't do this.

Then, out of nowhere, Clarke came up next to me. She placed her hand on mine and gently took the knife from me. She looked down at Atom.

"Hey, Atom. You're going to be okay, alright?" She said soothingly. She started to hum a song as if to relax his nerves or something. She stuck the knife into his neck. His head lolled to the side.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"You couldn't," she said simply.

I stared at her. Forgetting or pushing the small part of me that liked her away would be harder than I thought. How could somebody not like her? She was compassionate, brave, and not to mention beautiful. I knew then that Clarke Griffin was going to be trouble for me.

Little did I know that more trouble was waiting just behind us. I turned to see Charlotte there. She looked horrified. She must've followed me when I ran out. I walked on over to her.

"Hey, come here," I said as I pulled her into a hug. After I stood there holding her for a little while, the three of us walked to camp I'm silence. I was carrying Atom back home.

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Wells' Pov:

I sat near Finn and Clarke while we ate. Guilt was slowly eating me alive. She deserved to know the truth. Clarke was a great person. She deserved to know what really happened to her father. Clearly, I wasn't acting like myself, and she could always see right through me. We were best friends for years, of course she could.

"Wells, what is wrong?" She asked.

"Clarke, you deserve to know what actually happened to Jake, but it isn't my place," I said quietly. She looked me in my eyes. "Just know that it wasn't me."

I could tell the way she looked at me she believed me. That was all I needed. I just needed her to know It wasn't me. I needed her not to hate me. I stand up to leave when she jumps up and wraps her arms around me. "I'm so sorry, Wells," she whispered.

I reciprocated the hug and said, "Don't be."

With that, I walked away. It was like a weight had been lifted off of me. I sat down a little ways from camp. I needed fresh air. A little girl sat down next to me.

I looked over to her. Tears were streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry," she said. I was confused. Then I saw her pulling out a knife. I held up my hands, trying to stop her. Pain washed over me. I started screaming for help when I saw my a few of my fingers on the ground, realizing where the unbearable pain was coming from.

Then I felt it. A sharp pain in my neck. I held it with my good hand and rolled onto the ground.

"How am I supposed to live like this? I fall asleep to seeing  your father floating my parents, and then I have to wake up and see you, living," she managed to choke out between her sobs.  And that was it. Darkness began to take over, and my eyes fluttered shut.

A/N: Oh no, Wells is dead. But at least Bellamy is starting to realize his feelings for Clarke. 😍