I'm not afraid of you! Bellarke

Purest cries of agony. Clarkes pov

"Your wings will come tonight."

My loud screams filled the room full of people!
This horrendous pain made my back feel like it was burning.

"Clarke, you have to listen to me sweetie."

Claira stroked my hair trying to calm me but the pain was too much.
I couldn't breath, my vision was blurry, my throat was swollen from the screaming and my back was throbbing because of the fierce burning sensation.

"IT HURTS!!"

I cried out, trying to grab something to grip.
My hand ran across the bed, looking for some sort of comfort.
I large hand engulfed mine, gripping it tightly and started stroking my hair.
Someone lead next to me and put there face close to mine, almost imminently helping me calming me.

"I'm right here Clarke. Bellamy. It's Bellamy. I'm right here. I won't let go of your hand  but you have to calm down okay."

"B-Bellamy... P-p-please... Wha-whets happening to m-me? It-"

I can't finish my sentence when another strike starts to burn.
I cry out, Loud sobs filling the air.

I couldn't do anything but crying and beg Bellamy to make the pain go away.

Bellamy's POV

Clarke's tears stain her face as she cry's with all her might.
Her breathing is unsteady and I could tell by her puffy, red eyes that her vision wasn't really there.
Octavia was crying in Lincoln's arms, clearly watching her best friend cry in pain is pretty hard for her.
Monty is curled up in Jaspers lab as he buries his head into the older boys shoulder.
Raven is clutching onto Murphy's hand, head in the crack of his neck, sobbing as he strokes Ravens hair.
I turn back to Clarke and start speaking in attempt to explain.

"Listen to me, Clarke. This is going to sound so hard to believe but.... You-"

She screams out in agony and starts pulling at the vest back she had on, trying to pull it off.
I quickly grab the hem of her black vest and tar it in two, revelling the white, Laci bra she was wearing.
Huh? That's really cute. Guess she really is as innocent as an angle with a White bra on. How ironic. WHAT THE HECK, BELLAMY!!! NOWS NOT THE TIME FOR IMPURE THOUGHTS!!!!
She still tried pulling as her bra, almost trying to get it off, like it was hurting her.
Do I take it off?
Isn't that purvy?
What if it like falls off and I see her?
My thoughts are inturuppted by yet another scream.

"BELLAMY, PLEASE!!!!! "

She grips the bed sheets in pain as fresh tears spill from her eyes.
How?
How is she not dead?
I quickly kick into action, unclip her cute bra and let the.... Clippy fall down to the sides.
There on her back...
That had popped ever so slightly out of her back....
We're a few black feathers...
Her wings really were coming out.
Everyone stared down at my mates back, shocked at the sight of little feathers that was dripping with blood, clearly from tearing at her soft skin.
Octavia and Lincoln were now standing at the side of the bed, as were my mother and farther, Raven and Murphy and jasper and Monty.

"Bellamy, love. I think it's best you hold her hand. The pain showing to be unbearable when the wings come... And there about to come now!"

I quickly grasp her hand as her eyes go wide and the screaming begins.
She hugged onto my torso and cried, letting out a blood curdling scream.
Suddenly feathers of black and white come gushing out of her shoulder blades, along with deep, dark blood.
The falls silent and Clarke goes limp.....
Large white wings with black ends lay down softly, covering Clarkes modesty.
Blood stained her back and wings and the tears on her face were still seeping from her eyes.

No one does a thing...
We just stand there, silently.
Watching her.