Time Bomb.

Part 1

"Like a crash, the whole thing spun out of control."

He was back. Bellamy Blake was back. After yet again being the hero of the day, he was back. I rolled my eyes as people cheered and over appreciated him. 'So what? A few less people are dead because of him, what's the deal?' I thought to myself, sitting alone the other side of camp. After coming back once Finn had been killed, I had become a slave. A prisoner. Used only to clean up the mess other people had made. They wouldn't let me be pardoned. I was a mess. If they didn't keep an eye on me I'd lose it and kill them all. That's how a psychopath's brain works. Or at least, that's what everyone thought. I am not a psychopath.  I am just misunderstood. 

Once Clarke had left, Bellamy set off walking around camp. Anyone could tell he didn't exactly know what to do. I knew he was in charge now, which make things a whole lot worse for me.  If only I could make it up to Bellamy. Who am I kidding? No matter what I do, I'll always be the psychopathic teenager who killed two people and tried to kill two more. It wasn't worth it. 

"Fuck it." I whispered to myself, standing up. I slowly walked over to where Bellamy was pacing back and fourth. "You okay?" I asked quietly, already knowing what Bellamy's response would be.
"Screw you, Murphy!" Yep, the exact response I expected to receive.
"I'm just trying to help." I said with a sigh.
"Yeah, right!" Bellamy rolled his eyes, pushing me out of his way before strutting off.

I growled slightly, wanting so badly to go after Bellamy and push him back, but I knew I would do worse than push him. I had the capability of killing whoever I want whenever I want. Sometimes I could control myself. Other times, well that's a completely different story. That's the thing about being a time bomb. Some sparks are small, but the sparks sometimes grew, sparking something uncontrollably big. While the outcome had a huge impact, it still wasn't an explosion. Not yet.

I watched as Bellamy stormed off, his arms swaying at his side. Why could I not get my eyes off of this man? The man who was happy to let me die multiple times. Who hated me with a burning passion. Who would attack me at any chance he'd have. Did I want forgiveness? Or did I want more? I shook myself out of my thoughts and walked back to where I was sat before, looking around the camp once more. 

My thoughts came growing back. He tried to kill you. He pushed you. He doesn't like you. He'll never forgive you. The thoughts made me fuming. Instantly I got up, storming in the direction Bellamy had gone off in. Once I'd found him, I strutted up to him, ready to push him when Bellamy saw me.
"Get lost, Murphy!" Bellamy spat, but I didn't leave. Bellamy narrowed his eyes before clenching his fist and swinging at me, knocking him me the face. One thing then led to another, before they knew it we were on the floor smashing each other's faces in. It was quickly spinning out of control. 

It took three people to separate us, and we still tried to get at each other before ending up glaring at each other. Bellamy shot me a threatening look as I exchanged it with a look of death. Neither of us looked scared. Strangely, we looked excited!

Okay. That was part one! I really hope you enjoyed it! I will be writing part two later on, once I have started my preferences up and got the first ones of them up! Please comment feedback, I would really appreciate that!

-Eleanor