Love to Hate [1]

I can't help this awful energy.

Song: Control // Halsey

Nessa's POV

The sunrise was beautiful. I had never seen a moonrise on The Ark, but I somehow knew it couldn't compare to this.

I hadn't slept at all last night. Bellamy's comment rang in my ears, made its way into my nightmares. "I hope you know your sister is the reason your dad is dead." There was no way it could be true. They were both dead, I was sure of it. But there was that small thread of doubt. How did Bellamy know I had a sister? It seemed to personal, too close to home to be a random jab.

Needless to say I was still wide awake when the sun crested the hills. I had been working all night, fashioning a bow and arrows using wood from the trees, sharpened metal pieces and wire from the drop ship, and a strip from the hem of my sweater as the bow-string. I had about 20-30 arrows sitting next to me. It was one of the skills my dad had taught me. We even practiced with a toy my sister had, a target painted on the wall. Thinking of them reminded me again of Bellamy's comment and I paused. I couldn't sit here anymore. I needed to distract myself some other way.

I grabbed the arrows I had made and the bow and walked back to the drop ship. Making sure to keep as quiet as possible and not wake everyone who was still sleeping, I used the metal covering of the oxygen tubes and more cloth strips from my sweater to make a container for the arrows. With that strung across my back, my bow in hand, and my makeshift knife strapped to my thigh, I headed into the forest. Clarke, Finn, Jasper, Monty, and Octavia weren't back yet with supplies and food from Mount Weather, and I knew people were going to start getting really hungry. And there was no way in hell Bellamy was going to try and find food for everyone. I had heard the noises coming from his tent last night - he was plenty distracted with other... things. So I figured I'd do it myself, and nuts and berries wouldn't cut it this time. I had to find some real meat.

After about an hour of trying to keep my hair out of my face while I struggled through the growth, I ripped another strip from the hem of my sweater and braided the red, tangled mass back into a ponytail. Another hour later I was dripping sweat. So I shed the ruined sweater and tied it around my waist. My stomach let out a loud grow. I had to find something soon.

Finally, I came upon a clearing where a flock of what looked like crows were searching the ground for food. As quietly as I could, I scaled the nearest tree and notched an arrow. Taking three deep breaths like my dad taught me, I aimed it at the nearest crow. Picturing Bellamy's face in its place, I let the arrow fly. It struck the bird through the neck and the rest squawked and took off in fright. I managed to bring down three more before they all flew out of range. 

I scrambled down from the tree and walked over to where the birds lay. They were a decent size, but definitely couldn't feed one hundred kids. I sighed and pulled the arrows out, wiping them off on my pants before sliding them back in their container. With how long it had taken to make them, I couldn't afford to lose any arrows. I then grabbed all four birds by the legs and headed back to camp.

By the time I got back, mostly everyone was moving around and getting their day started. The first person I came upon was Wells, who looked like he had just done some serious digging. There were two mounds of freshly packed dirt in front of him. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and saw me coming. His brow furrowed in confusion.

"Where were you?" he called out. I held up the crow in response. He nodded. Ever since our joint effort against Bellamy the night before, I had formed a sort of grudging respect for Wells. I still hated his father, but Wells didn't seem so bad. Not that I wanted to be friends. I just didn't want to kill him anymore.

I gestured to the shovel, "What were you up to? Already going stir crazy?"

He sighed, "I buried the two kids who followed Finn out of their seats. Their landing was a little less smooth than his." I winced. I had assumed that, since Finn was fine, they had survived the crash as well. In silence we started walking back to the center of camp, Wells carrying the dead kids' clothes and me my dead crows. Everyone was running, shouting, making out in bushes - still not over the high of being free and on the ground.