Love to Hate [1]

Love is not a victory march. (Epilogue)

Song: Hallelujah // Jeff Buckley

Nessa's POV

When I came to, my first thought was that I had died. There was no way anything on the ground could look as clean as what I was looking at right now. Everything in the room I was in was stark white, not a stitch of grime or dirt anywhere. I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing a loose white tshirt an flowing white pants. Definitely not something you'd find on the ground. I pulled up my shirt and hissed when I saw the scar from the Grounder's sword cut. A huge, ugly, bumpy rope that went from my left shoulder all the way down to my right hip bone. It was a miracle I wasn't dead. I sat up and looked at my surroundings some more. There was, strangely enough, a painting hung on the far wall. It was splotchy and multi-colored and didn't really look like anything in particular. It stood out on the otherwise perfectly white walls. 

I made to get out of bed when I felt something in my arm. There was a tube inserted in the crook of my elbow that connected to a bag of fluid hanging from a metal pole. I didn't know what the fluid was and, feeling panicky, I ripped the tube out of my arm. I winced at the sting and held a hand to it to stop the bleeding. Then I got up and walked to the singular window on my door. It seemed like there was another room identical to mine across the hall, and I could see a sleeping figure in the bed but I couldn't tell who it was. I looked down the hall and saw, with a jolt, a person walking around in what looked like a blue hazmat suit. They came closer and closer to my room, seemingly inspecting each occupant through the window on the door and making notes on a clipboard. I narrowed my eyes, trying to read the writing on the suit.

"MOUNT WEATHER QUARANTINE"

Mount Weather. That was where Clarke, Finn, Jasper, and Octavia had gone to get food and supplies our first day on the ground. There were people living here? Other than the Grounders? I closed my eyes as I remembered that day, what felt like centuries ago. I had still hated Bellamy's guts back then...

Bellamy.

The realization of what happened to him hit me worse than a punch to the gut. In a daze I walked back to my bed and sat down, cradling my head in my hands. I hadn't been good enough and I hadn't saved him. Now he was gone, just like anyone and everyone else I had ever cared about. A sob racked my body. What was so wrong with me that everyone I touched left me? This was why I had originally refused to let myself get close to anyone. One way or another, they always left. I had thought it would be different with Bellamy, that he cared enough for me to stay by my side no matter what.

I cried silently for a few more minutes. Then I realized something else. Octavia was still alive - and she was out there, where the Grounders were. If I couldn't have saved Bellamy, I would protect Octavia. For him. It's what he would have wanted. 

I wiped my eyes, my face set and determined. Tears weren't going to bring him back. Nothing would. I had a goal now, and that would distract me from the hole he left behind. I was going to get out of here as soon as I could, and find Octavia. I breathed in, still trembling slightly.

"May we meet again, Bellamy Blake," I whispered to the white walls. 

Ahhh my first story is done this is exciting, hope you guys liked it! I'm gonna write one for each season sooo stay tuned for the season 2 one, titled "Soft Spot". Thanks everyone for reading and voting I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing it!