The 100, How I Ended Up On Earth

Chapter 13

Haiden's POV
(Six Months Thirteen Days)

I pulled my jacket over my shoulders and zipped it up tight. I than leaned down and righted the laces on my boots and slowly picked up my gun.

I stood up and clipped it onto my belt. It weighed heavily on the side of my leg.

I reached up into the top shelf and grabbed my cap. I held it tightly in my hand before hitting it against my other palm, than slowly setting it on my head.

"Looks like you're gonna need a hair cut soon. It's getting a bit too long." I turned to see Bellamy chuckling to himself as he stood leaned against the doorframe.

His hair was longer but because he got grease to slick it back it never got into his face.

The captain made fun of him for it but hey, if that's how he did and it worked than who could blame him for continuing to do so.

"Very funny Blake." I sneered as I slammed my locker door shut. It banged loudly. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him and his shit right now.

I had fixed our friendship since that night over a week ago. But that was as far as I had gotten.

But that's also because I knew Bellamy. He's gone through just about as much shit as I've had to, maybe even more. He lost his mother and than his sister was taken from him when they found her.

He understood what I was going through at least.

"Calm down Mayer. Look, I get that your mom hasn't been doing well lately, and I know what it's like to have only one person left." He stepped forward and patted my shoulder. "I only have my sister remember. And even then she's locked up, the last time I saw her freely was probably a couple years ago."

I nodded and looked down. "I know." I took a deep breath and looked back up to meet his gaze. "Come on, we have a shift to cover." I patted his arm and walked around him and out into the hallway.

He slowly followed behind me, probably shaking his head as he went.

Our rounds were filled with a comfortable silence and the sound of our footsteps.

Children were laughing as we passed the daycare center, they were playing with cards, others were drawing and doing anything else imaginable for a small child.

I smiled as we walked by.

I missed being a kid. I didn't have to worry about anything. Things like training and trying to hold myself together when things got tough added pressure which usually got to me. Don't screw up, do not to look like an idiot, but it didn't bother me as much when I heard them, don't think about her, let it go.

I took a deep breath, scrunching my shoulders, and slowly let them fall as I breathed out.

She was trying to make her way back into my mind again. Dreams, day or night, memories, thoughts, constantly trying to push her way back in.

I'm surprised I've gotten enough sleep to keep working these past weeks.

Don't think about it. Don't let her crawl her way back into your mind again.