"Get off me!" I screamed, struggling to shove the monster off me. It was seconds before it launched its jaws into my skin, to tear me apart. I knew it was the end of me before I thought of the words Lexa had always told me, "You're special, Clarke." They gave me strength, power. I grabbed my pocket knife, and stabbed its throat with all my might, I was special, at least Lexa thought I was.
"Clarke!" Lexa sprinted towards me, before embracing me warmly. "I'm so glad you're safe, we have to leave now! We don't have time, grab this and smear it over yourself, it'll keep those things off you. Hurry!"
I grabbed the bottle of what seemed like blood and smeared it over myself while Lexa was on watch for the monsters. "Gosh Lexa, this smells really bad."
"Silly one, you can't possibly expect blood to smell good Clarke," Lexa said as she giggled.
Her giggles illuminated the darkness in my head, the thoughts of stabbing and killing. It was something I had missed, I've not heard it for quite a while and it was rather comforting.
"Clarke! What are you doing? We have to go now!" Lexa's words brought me back to reality, where it was cruel and wicked. "Wait, Lexa! My mother and little sister are still in the house, I can't possibly leave them behind? They're my family!"
"No Clarke, we have to leave them! They'll just slow us down, we need to leave now!" Lexa seemed anxious, she grabbed my wrist hard and pulled me along. "They're coming, hurry the fuck up! I do not have any time to deal with your whiny ass Clarke!"
"I'm not being a whiny bitch, Lexa! They're my family, people I care about. You might not have family Lexa, and will never how it feels to love! I'm not like you Lexa, I'm not a savage who gives two shits about others!"
I realised I had brought up Lexa's family unintentionally. I stared into her forest green eyes searching for reassurance, a sign that she told me she wasn't hurt by my words. However, I could see the hurt in them, I had just hurt her, time and again. She tried to avoid my gaze, but I didn't let her. I wanted her to know that my apology was sincere, and not said out of sympathy. I cupped her jaw and made sure she was staring at me. "I'm sorry Lexa, I truely am. I didn't mean –"
"It's alright Clarke, you don't have to be sorry. Go get your family but be quick. I'll go get the car." Lexa had her back facing me when she was walking towards the car. She quietly wiped the tears off her cheeks, not wanting to let me know she was hurt. She had to keep up that strong facade I wish didn't exist, the barrier that she would have up, to protect herself.
