A/N: I know, I know, it's been a brutally long time since I've updated. That being said, I'm going to be updating this likely every two-three weeks since my work schedule is killing me atm. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
Bellamy had watched her mother's speech from the confines of their shared room, tucked neatly on the floor in a criss-cross applesauce situation. By the time that Alma had returned to their room, Bellamy was feeling anxious and a bit restless. Scratch that, Bellamy was always feeling restless.
She wished that she had the energy to run and to scream and to yell and to do something that let her still know that she was alive somewhere deep down. But Bellamy did not have the energy for that. Alma had kept her confined to the room for the past few days, with the only other company being herself and the occasional doctor who had tests to perform.
Still, she was recovering. Slowly but surely. And Bellamy would take that any day over being by herself in some isolation ward.
Hugging the stuffed bird to her chest, Bellamy didn't move from her spot on the floor when Alma entered the room. "It was a good speech."
Alma paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of Bellamy on the floor. She wondered if this is what it would have been like—having her here as a child. If she could've done it—if the sacrifice to send her to the Chicago trials were worth it. No, she decided. It hadn't been worth it. Bellamy was back here and in her grasp and she wasn't planning on ever letting her go again.
"Thank you, love," Alma said in a warm tone. She fondly gazed at the girl on the floor—and God, she wished she had never sent her away in the first place. She wished she wasn't currently lying to Bellamy about the entire situation with the Capitol.
"How's your other bird?"
Alma nearly smiled at that. "The Mockingjay?"
"That's the one."
"In recovery. Whatever Snow did, it was pretty gruesome. We're lucky she's even breathing right now."
"We're lucky he didn't do it to me."
"Right," Alma felt unsettled at the concept. But the fact of the matter was that she and Snow had discussed in-depth how exactly they were going to deal with Bellamy Coin and implanting false memories and blocking out the real memories—that was the best way to deal with her rebellious tendencies that they didn't need at the moment.
"I've been thinking," Bellamy started.
"You're supposed to be resting."
"I know, but you said that I could see Jo and Annie."
"I know," Alma stated diplomatically. "But I just want to make sure you're doing better before I cut you loose with those...people."
"They're not that different than me."
"You're not a monster, they are."
"But I've killed people too."
"Oh my love," Alma made her way over to Bellamy on the ground, kneeling in front of her. "You did what you had to do to survive. You were a soldier and now that time has passed. Now you can just be my daughter. You understand that I just want to protect you, right?"
"I know that," Bellamy said, leaning into her mother's touch. "I just...I feel stuck in place here. I need to stretch my legs."
"So we can go on a walk—"
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Inferno
Fanfiction"Once you know the truth, there's no going back." Bellamy is just another orphan living in the Dauntless Faction. She's just trying to survive, she doesn't care about the government of her world. When faced with treachery, rebellion, and the know...
