Come Morning Light

Chapter Eighteen

My dreams were filled with shadows and evil laughter. The shadows taunted me, my name falling from their lips with laughter. Their faces were dark, their lips curled, sharp teeth showed. I tossed and turned, my body shivering and sweating at the same time.

My sleep wasn't peaceful, it was restless. I called out for Bellamy, the wrong hand grabbed mine. It wasn't his strong, warm, calloused fingers that gripped mine. The skin was soft, cool to the touch. They belonged to a female, which made my heart sink. I just wanted Bellamy.

I heard voices fighting. Raven and Octavia, I realized were still there in the room with me. I sighed as I let out a half cough half moan. No medicine would take this away. This was something more than a normal illness. I didn't want to believe it, but the curse had finally gotten to me.

The shadows left, they were replaced by the king. He stood on the balcony, his back towards me. I heard a scream, I walked forward. Roma hung off the ledge, I screamed. Bellamy stood completely still as he watched her die, never reaching for me as I cried.

I slapped him, "wake up," my voice was different even laced with tears it didn't belong to me. I cried out again as he stood there ignoring my pleas, "save her Bellamy!"

The roped went still, my hands shook as I looked down. It wasn't Roma anymore, it was me. I closed my eyes, fighting the scream that built in my throat. This wasn't real, I knew I was dreaming. But my heart still hurt watching Bellamy stand uncaring by the railing.

The scene changed, I was inside the castle. There was a baby crying. Bellamy was there, this time he was awake. His eyes were light, his deep voice was soft. He looked at the baby in his arms with love and admiration in his eyes.

He still looked terrified as his eyes found mine, "Clarke he doesn't want me. Please take him back."

"He's your son," I whispered running my hand down his arm, "hold him close and tell him the stories you told me before he was born."

Bellamy looked terrified as the baby screamed in his arms. He kept bouncing him up and down, the sight brought tears to my eyes. It was a scene I never thought was possible. This was a future I knew we wouldn't have. It was a dream within a dream, the life I always wanted, but would never get to see.

The dream was still beautiful, for a moment I let it be real. I let my mind shut off, I let go of my fears. Until Bellamy changed. His eyes went dark, his arms got tighter. He walked towards the doors.

"Bellamy what are you doing?" My voice was strangled as he walked out into the morning air. A shiver ran down my spine as I watched him stand with his back towards me.

The baby stopped crying, I walked slowly towards him. Our child was in his arms, but this wasn't my husband. He wasn't scared or excited. He was the stoic shell of a man I had married. My hands shook as I tried to decide if I should reach out for him.

He turned to look at me as my hand touched his shoulder, "what has to be done."

The baby dangled over the edge, terror filled my body. He was giggling as he hung upside down, his father only holding him by his foot. I screamed, the sound barely making it through my lips. A tear slipped down my cheek as he let go.

Our son fell, my scream ripped through the dream and out into the open.

"Bellamy no!" I screamed his name as I sat up, sweat pooling around my waist. The blankets were twisted up around my legs, raven was the one holding my hand. She pushed my hair out of my face as I came back into reality.

Raven sat up, "hey it's okay. You were dreaming," she let go of my hand and pressed another cool rag to my head, "the good news is your fever went down."