bellamy & murphy

"youre wrong, murphy" I

I approached the old camp and I saw an unfamiliar sight. Jaha with Murphey, talking outside the doors of the drop ship. Why they were there, I didn't know. But I approached them anyway. The men caught sight of me.

"Arlenis," Jaha spoke up. "Hi, what's-"

"What are you guys doing here? Camp's that way," I pointed towards the general direction of where Camp Jaha was located.

Jaha clenched his jaw and looked at me. "We were currently on our way."

I looked to John. He was looking down at the dirt on his boots. I looked away.
"Where were you going?"

The men around me stayed silent for a while as they thought about what to say. I was suspicious. "We were currently convincing John here about a new place we are going to, right outside of the Dead Zone." Jaha looked at me with that familiar authority he's held for so long.

I raised my eyebrows. "The Dead Zone?"

"Yes, it's a delightfully lighted place with beautiful-"

"Okay, cut the crap Jaha you sound like an idiot. Arlenis follow me," Murphy spoke up and walked inside the drop ship, inside of our old home. I followed after him, my boots crunching on something in the process. I didn't want to see what it was.

Once we were inside, he turned to me. "Jaha is going to lead us to some city with lights. He claims it accepts anyone. Even rejects like me," he told me, hands in his pockets as he leaned on the wall.

I processed his words before speaking. "A city with lights? And it's located outside of the Dead Zone? That doesn't seem to make sense to me," I speculated.

"It doesn't, but Jaha says he's heard about it before."

"Didn't he land in the middle of nowhere and then got arrested by Grounders? I don't think it's smart to go along with everything he tells you. He's been... Manipulated. Mentally."

He rolled his eyes. "Well so far, his theory sounds better than this hellhole I've been living in for 18 years."

"John, it probably doesn't even exist."

"But there's a possibility it could. People out there don't just lie about stuff. If someone's told him about it, it's because it must exist." His eyes lightened up and I got a bit nervous. Who gets excited over something so far-fetched? As if he's never been exposed to a world with hard truths and cold meanings.

"John, listen to me-"

"No, I don't need to listen to you. You're just gonna drag me back to that dreadful camp. The same camp where everybody hates me. Where everybody wants me dead." He took a menacing step towards me.

"That's not true. We care about you, we've forgiven you!"

"Really? Ask that to the people who you call your friends. They tried to turn me into the Grounders instead of Finn even though I didn't kill those 18 children that he killed!" His voice raised and he was shouting at me and I flinched. But I stood my ground.

"John you can't let that get to you. I stopped them from doing that, rememeber? And they eventually saw that they were wrong. We were all going through something really traumatic. But that doesn't mean we don't care for you because we do."

"No you don't! You don't, they don't, not even my own parents cared about me. I'm a nothing. I don't even deserve to live. What I've done, and who I've become is what I am now. And you can't change that."

"Yes, I can." I took a step forward. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as this conversation continued.

"No you can't. I can't even help myself." And as he said that, I saw my world fall apart right in front of me. He was clutching onto whatever little he had left of himself. I saw the sun leave him and it left darkness within him. He believed his own words. Those tragic words that were nothing but broken glass and open wounds. It broke my heart.