Her reason: Bellamy Blake

Chapter 9

My eyes flutter open and I wince at the pain seeping throughout my body. Never has it been that bad before.

"I'm dying" I whisper as a tear falls down my face. I always expected it but now it seems closer than ever.

I lift my arms up and attempt to push myself up but my arms shake and I fall back down.

"Come on" I breathe out and then push myself up getting to my knees I push my back against the tree. I cry. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I want the pain to be gone. I want it gone.

Get up. Get up!. I have to get up. With all the strength I have in me I somehow stand up.

"Back to camp "I muttered. I don't know how long it's been but it's dark. I move to go back but I trip, hitting my head. "Abby I need Abby" I fall once again.

The second time I woke up I felt stronger. Not better but stronger. I sit up and open my backpack going to grab another syringe but all I grab is glass. My hands start bleeding and I wince and put my backpack upside down and all that comes out is glass.

"No, no '' I whisper as I reach through the glass hoping to find something, anything. Nothing. I'm dead. I'm so dead.

My lip trembles but I bite it swallowing hard. There's nothing I can do now. I force myself up and start walking back to camp. I stumble most of the way and use the trees to help me. I reach camp and it's in panic.

"Monty, what happened?" My voice cracks and he turns to me in shock. "Mel, where have you been? We thought the grounders got you" "I haven't been gone that long"

"You've been gone for two days" My mouth drops. "Melantha! Thank goodness" It's Raven.

"Raven?" I'm so confused. "Finn got stabbed we need you" She pulls me towards the drop ship and I follow her confused. When I reach the dropship I see Finn lying on a table.

"What happened?" I ask and Clarke looks at me angry. "Where have you been?" She snaps. "I-I" "Save him Melantha!" I run forward and immediately move into action.

"Tell me what happened" "Stabbed by a grounder" "Obviously" I say as I stare at the knife.

"Ok I need to.." I look down at my hands which are bloodied and cut.

"Clarke you have to do it "I say. "What?" "I-I can't" She looks at my hands but doesn't question and moves to switch me positions.

"You need to move it at an angle exactly 3 cm" She nods and moves it to pull and then the ship jerks and we go falling. I cry out as I use my hands to catch myself which results in sharp pain and glass digging deeper into my hands. I look to see the knife out.

"Good job "I tell Clarke. "We're not out of this yet. Bellamy has a grounder upstairs ""What?" I move to the ladder staring at my hands.

"Melantha, you can't climb.." I cut her off by taking a few steps and climbing onto the second level and then to the third. My mouth drops slightly as I see Lincoln tied up.

"Amy? Where have you been?" Bellamy moves in front of me. "What are you doing?" I ignore his question and move around him.

"He stabbed Finn, '' Bellamy says. Lincoln looks up and gives me a slight shake of his head. "So what? You're going to kill him?" "We just want information" I glared at him, seeing the wounds already covering his body.

"What have you become?" I whisper and for a moment I see a flicker of regret. Then it's gone. "Go downstairs"

"Melantha! He's seizing!" I climbed down the ladder wincing the whole way. I ran to his side and pushed him to his side. I pick up the knife and stare at it. "Melantha?" Raven asks.

"Poison" I say and she gives me a look and Clarke starts climbing up the ladder as I make sure Finn is prepped in case it happens again. And seconds later it does.

"Clarke he seized again!" Raven yells. Yeah and what's she going to do? Raven runs upstairs and I stay with Finn deciding not to torture myself to go up there again. I hear yelling and screaming.

They're hurting him. Hurting Lincoln.

Stay focused. Clarke climbs down seconds later with a bottle in her hand and she drips it into his mouth. "What did you do to him?" I ask and she just glances up. I sigh and grab some tweezers, bandages and some of Monty's alcohol.

I climb up to the second floor and see it overrun with the teenagers. I sneak up to the third floor and move to a back corner setting all my stuff down. The dark corner helps cover up my shaking hands. I could ask Clarke for help. I'm not doing that because she's mean.

I get the tweezers in one hand already wishing I could just cut my hands off. I pinch the tweezers and move to my left hand trying to get out a piece of glass biting hard on my lip feeling a tear fall.

"Amy" "Go away" I say but my voice shakes. "Will you let Clarke help?" "No, she's not very nice" I pull another piece and don't even get it all the way.

The tweezers are taken out of my hands and I don't even have the energy to fight. "I don't want your help" I mumble and he sits down next to me grabbing my wrist softly.

"When's the last time you've slept?" He asks and I lean my head against the wall. "Please don't hurt him" I make eye contact not looking away.

He doesn't respond but looks down at my hand and plucks a piece out. I hiss and go to move my hand away but he's already holding my wrist.

"How did this happen?" He asks. "Glass" He raises an eyebrow. "Really? I had no idea" I scoff. "You asked"

"I asked what happened "" I got glass in my hands" I say blankly. "Where did the glass come from? And why were you gone for two days" He pulls out another piece and I groan, closing my eyes and hitting my head against the wall until something soft stops me.

"Do you want a concussion too?" He asks, his hand still on the side of my forehead. "Hoping my head accidentally cracks open and I die quickly" He sighs.

"Please stop doing that" "Doing what?" I ask as he finishes my left hand. "Suicidal jokes. It's not funny"

"It kind of is. See? Funny" I smile and fake laugh but I'm cut off by a gasp of pain. "George pull any harder why don't you" "Sorry" It's quiet for a moment.

"Are you mad at me?" He whispers and he sounds so vulnerable. "Yes and no" "What does that mean?" "No I'm not mad at you for the crap that happened earlier because that's in the past. Yes I'm mad at you because you're torturing Lin..the grounder" I quickly catch myself.

He stares at me for a long moment. "I actually don't hate you George whether or not you believe that it's up to you" A small smile grows on his face. He finishes up my hands and I look down to see them both bandaged.

"This is going to hurt for a while"

"Probably. Maybe don't crush glass in your hands again then" "Good advice"

I give him a small smile before glancing over at Lincoln. "Don't hurt him" He just gives me a small nod.