Lovely || Bellamy Blake

01

Walking past the people that used to hold you in a futuristic prison cell is scary - especially when you're escaping. I was wearing a guard outfit, the guard was knocked out in the cell. I avoided eye contact as I walked.

Escaping Mount Weather was harder than I thought, I had to go through several security guards to leave. "Reason for leaving?" The final guard asked.

I stumbled through my thoughts to come up with a good excuse. "Skaikru," is all I said before he moved to let me through. I walked calmly through the door and down the mountain, then I took off running.

I ran to the only place I knew, Arkadia. I was halfway there and I, of course, fell down the large hill. I got knocked out by a huge stump of a tree.

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*Guard's POV*

I was about to finish my guarding shift when I heard someone running, they were running fast. I draw my sword and run to see whoever it was. I see a limp body at the bottom of the hill, I quickly run to it.

It was Eleanor, she was knocked out, her face was all bloodied and bruised. Eleanor was the last of the Skaikru to be locked in Mount Weather. We all thought she was dead, but a few of us never gave up hope in searching for a way to get her back. She was the most skilled at archery and talking her way out of stuff, the main reason Clarke needed her back. Bellamy, Raven, and Octavia were close to her.

I pick her up slowly and carefully. I make it to the front of the gate before being trampled by Raven and Bellamy and Octavia.

"Clarke," he screamed out getting over half of the camp's attention,

"What?" She screamed as she walked out of the tent where all the sick and hurt are.

She sees El and runs to us. "Bellamy get her into my tent, she looks like she needs a bed and not the ground," she says.

Bellamy took her from my arms and walked straight into the tent. "Bell-" she started and he interjected "just help her," he pleaded.

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*Bellamy's POV*

I gather everything Clarke asked for, alcohol, surgical scissors, thread, cotton balls, a bucket, and gloves. I rush back to the tent and handed all of the items to Clarke. I rush back outside to give Octavia and Raven a hug.

"See it wasn't your fault, she didn't die," Raven joked. "We got everyone out of Mount Weather, but Eleanor. I felt so guilty, it was eating me inside out. "

"Yeah, now you can stop dragging along looking like a sad puppy whining, 'it should've been me, I should have saved her,'" Octavia added with a laugh.

"Okay, okay you two can stop it now," I say.

Clarke walked out of the tent, "I'm going to need someone to help me," She said. We all looked at each other knowing that everyone wanted to help.

"I honestly wish I could but I'm working on something to help us stay connected," Raven said as she backed up slowly before walking to her tent.

"Octavia? How about you?" Clarke asked. " You're pretty good with cleaning up cuts," she continued. You could just tell she wanted anyone but me in there, which slightly confused me.

"I can't, I have to finish getting ready for my guarding shift," she said and walked away.

"I guess that leaves me," I said and walked toward the tent.

I walked into the tent to see Eleanor, laying there, bloody and bruised. My face automatically contorted at her small limp body.

Eleanor used to be a good healthy weight, naturally curly long light brown hair, she just was a beautiful, healthy girl. Not anymore she lost weight, her hair was cut short and very unevenly. Like someone did it with a pocket knife.

Clarke brought me back to reality, "Bellamy, I need you to clean all the cuts thoroughly,"

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Hello, loves ! I just revisited all of my stories whether the published ones or the drafts and I am fixing them up ! Starting with this one because ... yikes. Anywho, I just fixed little grammar mistakes J really didn't want to restart this entire story and just go with the flow because I genuinely don't remember where I was going with this.