Her reason: Bellamy Blake

Chapter 31

Melantha

I lean on a post outside with Jasper next to me. "Twinsies" Jasper mutters and I stare into the distance.

"Not the same" I mumble. "Really we both lost people" I turned to him.

"No I lost everyone, you lost a girl you knew for two weeks. Not the same Jasper, pull yourself together before you ruin Monty. He doesn't deserve it"

"And Bellamy does?" I huff. "I'm done talking to you" Just as I'm about to go inside the rover pulls up.

"You got it" I let out an exhale. Raven doesn't have to die. Monty's face is blank, but his eyes show hurt.

"What happened?" I ask and he brushes past me, battery in hand. I turn to see Octavia.

"You stayed" "Yeah" She shrugs as if it's no big deal.

"Thank you" I don't think I could stand her leaving.

Clarke gets it out, something by cutting it. Raven starts coughing and stares at us. "What did I miss?" I smile and quickly lean over patching her neck back up.

"You never get to do that again "I say and she laughs. "Good" I glance at Bellamy and he sends me a small smile and I look away

I know for a fact if he smiles normally I'm right back to forgiving and being his best friend.

"We need to get back to Arkadia," Ravens says as we untie her arms and legs. "Why?" Clarke asks. "I think I can shut Allie down" She does her cocky smile.

We got our Raven back.

Pulling into camp and it's completely empty. "Where is everyone?" Jasper whispers. "I think in Polis" Raven says. "Back it up just in case we need a quick exit" Clarke says and Bellamy does so.

"Collect supplies while Raven and Sinclair work '' We split up as I went down a hallway. "You shouldn't go alone, let me-" Bellamy starts.

"I don't need help" I say without looking and walk towards the med bay. I grab my bag and throw it on a chair. I find the stethoscope and put it on, pressing it to my heart.

I close my eyes. It's getting so much worse. Barely beating. I don't have much longer. I shove it in the bag and start grabbing medicine. I hear a clank and sigh.

"I said I don't nee-" I turn and receive a hit to the head.

I groan, opening my eyes and my vision blurry. Concussion number five?

I looked around my hands cuffed to the wall and my mouth gagged. I turn to see everyone but Bellamy, Clarke, and Sinclair in. I look around and Octavia's kicking against the wall trying to free herself.

A man opens the door and if my mouth wasn't gagged I'm sure it would have dropped. Emerson. Mount Weather Emerson. He walks over.

"Emerson, it's me you want, don't hurt the others" Clarke comes out with her hands up. If she gets me killed- "Tell Bellamy to come out," Emerson says.

"Bellamy is-" He walks over gripping my hair and yanking me back pressing a knife to my throat.

I let out a groan of pain as he pushes down hard on my wounds

"Ok, Ok" Bellamy appears dropping his gun.

Idiot.

"Come on in Bellamy" he cuffs Bellamy up on the floor next to me. "I want you to feel what I've felt, and then die" Emerson says and then shuts the door. The lights start flashing and my stomach sinks.

He's going to kill us. With the understanding the others panic and start thrashing. I look down at Bellamy who's already looking at me. I told him I didn't need him. I do. I do need him. I keep eye contact and he smiles.

"I don't hate you" I try to say but it comes out more like. "I on hat u" I think he understands as his smile grows despite the situation.

The air leaves the room. Darkness.

I cough as my gag is taken off my face and I groan, opening my eyes to see Bellamy. "You alright?" I nod. We step out and I glance at Emerson's body.

"About time he died" I mumble.

"Where's Sinclar?" I ask and Raven's face falls. I look down at the pain seeping through my body. Not him too.

I stand there as I watch Bellamy carry a body in his arms.

Lincoln.

I feel frozen. Octavia starts sobbing as she leans over his body.

Why am I not crying?

We stand there as Sinclair and Lincoln's bodies are being burned. All of a sudden it's like a punch in the stomach.

The realization that they are gone hurts far more than I can handle.

I turn around as I walk away. It hits and keeps hitting until I'm in some room as I gasp holding a hand to my chest.

Can't breathe. Can't breathe.

He's gone. He's gone.

It hurts.