In Hate, We Love

28. Painted Red

I run to his side and pull the needle from his neck, throwing the empty syringe to the floor.

He is seizing!

His eyes have rolled back and his body is convulsing.

I pull him into my arms, scared and afraid.

"Bellamy" I say in a shaky voice, not knowing what to do, "oh god Bellamy! Fight it! Oh god..." I say, rocking him slightly, tears blocking my vision.

I jump as Kane's shadow looms over me, I look up at him and he grins creepily in the dim light.

"I would move away from him if I were you" Kane says with a sinister laugh, "however shall I explain your death? Hmm, Clarke Griffin, tragically taken by the long time bully Bellamy Blake who finally overstepped the line and ended her life-"

"NO! SHUT UP!" I scream, pulling Bellamy closer. He isnt shaking anymore.

I put my hands on either side of his cheeks and look down on him, his breathing returns to normal and I start to think he will be okay.

"Oh god Bellamy? Bellamy can you hear me?" I tremble. He begins to stir, his eyes rolling slowly back to stare up at me.

My hands fall away from his face and I cover my mouth, quickly I shove myself away from him and stand up, backing away into the desk.

His eyes....purple.

"No...no, no, no! Bellamy, it's me, Clarke" I say quietly, seeing Kane smiling ruefully in the corner of my eye.

"I know who you are" Bellamy says darkly, now on his feet. He does not move.

"Didnt her friends in the council float your dad?" Kane says, as if he is having trouble to remember.

I see something familiar flare up in Bellamy's eyes, something I havent seen directed at me in a long time - a painful mix of hatered and hurt.

"Bellamy it isnt true! I had nothing to do with it!" I stammer, as Bellamy takes a threatening step foward.

"She's lying! She takes you for a fool, she thinks she is better than you! She always has done" Kane whispers, the devil on Bellamy's shoulder.

Bellamy comes closer, he takes a threatening movement towards the desk and I flinch but he does not attack, instead he reaches for an operational Knife, the clean blade shimmering in the blue light.

"You killed my parents" he says darkly and I am crying now, shaking my head.

"No! No Bellamy stop, this isnt you, dont listen to him-"

"How could I trust you?" Bellamy says angrily, running towards me.

I whimper, terrified by the purple in his eyes, and I run away from the desk.

"Bellamy please" I plead, holding out my arms as if they can protect me.

He doesnt advance again.

"You hate her Bellamy you know that! You always have!" Kane hisses, sounding slightly impatient.

"You cant trust me" I say quietly, forcing my eyes to focus on his, my voice as steady as I can manage.

Bellamy's neck twitches slightly and I feel the tears drying on my cheeks.

"Kill her!" Kane shouts and Bellamy charges towards me.

I step back, looking around desperatly, until i hit the wall, nowhere to go.

Bellamy has his hand up, the knife ready to strike me in the chest. I reach up and grab his wrist. He is much stronger than me, and taller. I am closed in, the only thing keeping me alive is the hand I have on his wrist.

I look him directly in the eyes, his once deep, brown eyes now a fake, bright purple. I try to look past them and I smile shakily.

"Bellamy please stop. You dont want to do this" I say weakly, my hand shaking with the effort of keeping him off. His expression doesnt change.

"Listen to me Bellamy! It's me! You know me and, I care about you. I know this isnt you Bellamy" I say more firmly and now something in his eyes shifts.

I slowly bring up my free, left hand and gentle rest it on his cheek, he flinches slightly and his expression softens again.

I can feel my grip weakening on his arm, I wont last, soon that knife will be buried in my chest. "It's okay, whatever happens, I want you to know it's okay." I tremble, nodding and keeping eye contact, the force of his arm lessens slightly, allowing me to push knife a little way away from my chest.

I hear Kane groan impatiently and something in Bellamy grows stronger again, his force too mighty and I cry out as the knife creeps ever closer, my arm violently shaking with the effort to keep him off.

I close my eyes now, one hand still against his cheek I nod, "It's okay."

I force his arm down and let go in one swift movement, forcing my body towards him as he leans into me. I push my face to his, our lips connecting just as the blade sinks into my hip with force.

I groan, my eyes tightly closed, but keep my lips against his. I can taste the salt in my tears and the sweetness of his lips.

I wince again as Bellamy's hand relaxes, a dead weight on the handle, meaning the knife is pulled downwards, ripping my skin, digging deeper.

I kiss him with more force and finally feel the knife slide out of my stomach as Bellamy's grip grows weak. I feel his anger dissolving and hear the knife clatter to the floor, fresh tears spill down my cheeks and onto our lips.

I allow my hands to glide down to his neck and I  shakily pull away, nervously looking into his face.

His eyes are closed and when he opens them, they are confused, dazed and brown! So wonderfully, marvellously brown, I laugh in relief, jumping up and wrapping my arms around his neck in a warm embrace, light headed and my heart racing.

I hear Kane cursing, swearing and thrashing out. I dont bother to look at him, I hold Bellamy under the arm and begin to pull him from the room. Kane staring blankly at his hands and I take the opportunity to get the hell out of there!

I help Bellamy walk all the way home. My mum ventures out of her bedroom when she hears us crash tiredly into the living room.

"What? What is going on?" She exclaims, gasping when she sees Bellamy and I.

"Mum help me! He's burning up!" I exclaim, looking at the visible pulsing veins in his neck and his tanned, sweat coated skin, his eyes fluttering closed, unfocused and distant.

Mum nods and gathers some things.

I force him to face me and try to catch his eye, "stay with me Bellamy! Stay with me, please, you are going to be fine, I promise..." my words turn to mumblings as my mum returns and I help her get his shirt off. She checks his heart rate and I hold a cold towel on his head.

Before I know it, the towel is slipping...no I am! Suddenly the floor slams into my side and the last thing I see before I black out is my stained clothes and the blood spilling onto the floor, painting the carpet a dark shade of red.

AN: Thanks for reading :)