FROZEN STARS TWELVE ❝we're not special, we're not different, we don't choose who lives or dies. ❞
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MARLEY, BELLAMY and Clarke watched helplessly as the young girl fell from the cliff; they were all on their hands and knees, leaning over the edge as far as they could without tumbling over the side. Bellamy was yelling and Clarke was crying out helplessly.
But Marley was numb. She had leant back so she was sat on her feet, her hand clasped over the small wound on her neck which was still dribbling with blood as her ears rung loudly. Her eyes were closed and she could see nothing but stars; her head was spinning faster than she could handle. She was so close to passing out that - if she opened her eyes - she knew that she would likely fall over.
Maybe if she kept her eyes closed for long enough, when she opened them she'd be back on the Ark and all of this would have been some sick dream? Maybe she'd wake up and realise she was still condemned to an isolated cell - and feel some sort of reluctant relief that she wasn't stranded with a hundred others waiting to die at any moment, but rather in an isolated prison cell when she knew exactly when she'd be floated. When she opened her eyes, squinting up at the star-filled night sky, she could do nothing but wish she was there. And wished that at some point she'd be shaken back to a reality she wasn't even sure existed anymore.
But the wind whistling around her face, the cold nipping at her now tear-stained cheeks, assured her that this wasn't a dream or even a hallucination. This was about as real as it could get. You couldn't imagine something this vivid, something that made you so dizzyingly upset and angry. Something that made you feel like this couldn't be fake.
Marley hadn't even realised she was crying until the freezing breeze hit her face. But she was too caught up in what had just happened to bother wiping them away - she just let them fall slowly down her cheeks as she wondered where there was to go now. What did they do now?
In the midst of the shock, Bellamy had risen to his feet. His hands were balled up into fists and his face twisted with anger - he was glaring directly at Murphy who was stood, wide-eyed, in the realisation of what he'd done.
"Bellamy..." He moved to protest but it was too late.
Bellamy was charging at him; he lunged at the boy and knocked him clean to the ground with one single guttural growl, raining crushing blows down onto Murphy's face. Murphy was trying his best to push Bellamy from his body but the more blows that landed on his face, the weaker he grew. Marley watched on - as the rage-fuelled assault continued - from her spot at the edge of the cliff, her eyes blank and unfocused, blurring with pools of tears. She didn't have the strength to speak out or to protest - and, even if she did, she wasn't sure the words would even come out.
