Fallen Warriors ➢ Bellamy Blake

Chapter Thirteen: The Hardest Part is Saying Goodbye

Chapter Thirteen: The Hardest Part is Saying Goodbye

Song: To Build A Home- The Cinematic Orchestra

Octavia spun around and doubled over, vomiting onto the dirt and leaf covered ground. She coughed, her hand on her stomach as it lost its contents.

"Octavia?" I called sympathetically, running to her side and placing my hand on her back comfortingly.

"It's-- It's Wells." She mumbled, teary eyed.

"What?" I asked, as if I thought I hadn't heard her right.

"The fingers-- they're-- they're Wells'!" She shrieked. "The-- the bandage on the finger. Wells cut himself working on the wall!"

"No--" I denied, shaking my head. "No, they can't be!" My heart rate increased. I felt like it would give out at any point if it didn't burst through my chest first. "Wells is fine. Even if those are his fingers, he's fine." I wasn't sure whether I was trying to convince Octavia or me.

I may not have known Wells that much, but he was my people, and he was my friend. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to anyone else. I wanted to fall apart. I wanted to scream.

But I saw Octavia, sobbing. It wasn't my turn to fall apart. It was hers. It was my turn to be strong.

I swallowed my cry and tensed my body as I moved towards the hill near the fingers. I gulped as I forced myself to look over the edge. I was terrified of what I might see, but I had to do this for Octavia.

It was as if all the air drained from my lungs when I spotted the body at the end of the hill, battered and bloody.

There was no denying it was Wells.

Blood pooled around his head, gushing from a gash on the side of his neck. His clothes were muddy and ripped from the tumble down the hill. His hand lay over his chest, missing the index and middle fingers that were behind me.

What disturbed me the most was his eyes. They were open, as if he was awake, but there was no chance that was possible. There was more blood than I thought was possible to lose. His carotid artery must have been slashed. His fingers must have been cut off while trying to defend himself. He tripped or was shoved down the hill. He was dead. There was no chance he could have still been alive.

And yet, I still wanted to scream his name. I wanted him to get up and run towards us when we heard us crying for him. I wanted him alive.

Octavia hobbled nervously towards the edge of the hill. "Octavia--" I tried to stop her, but she pushed past me.

Octavia crumbled to her knees. Her hand shook as she raised it to cover her mouth and muffled a sob. "No." She whispered to herself. "No. No!" She screamed. I had to hold her back as she prepared to run down the hill. "No!" She screamed again, over and over.

"Octavia--" I said as she fought my grasp "Octavia, he's gone!" I shouted and she stilled, her eyes wide. "He's dead." I said bluntly. She shook her head, as if it would change anything. "I'm so sorry." I said weakly and she fell into my arms, burying her face in my shoulder. I wrapped my arms tightly around her as she sobbed. I could feel the damp tears soaking into my shirt.

Wells was dead.

...

"Who else knows?" Bellamy asked, looking over the edge of the hill. He quickly averted his eyes. Even he was unsettled by Wells' death.

"No one. We came straight to you." I told him. Me and Octavia had ran back to camp and woken Bellamy up. She was still sitting in his tent, staring blankly at the interior of the tent while me and Bellamy returned to the site.