Lovely || Bellamy Blake

05

We shake her trying to make her regain consciousness. 

"Water, get water," Murphy shouted. 

I ran out looking left to right trying to find any kind of water. I see Jasper with a little bottle of water. I sped off to him, all the way across camp. I snatch it out of his hands.

"Bellamy that was mine," he shouted out. 

"Sorry, I need this, I'll explain later," I scream running back to the tent.

She slowly opened her bright eyes. I held my breath as if she was so fragile, if I breathed, she would shatter into a million pieces. She instantly flinched, the light hurt her eyes. We, Clarke, Octavia, Murphy and I, gaze hopefully as we waited for her to speak as if she were a baby about to speak her first words. 

"Why am I hurting so much? Where am I? Am I even alive? Can somebody please turn the lights off?" She asked shakily. Her voice was raspy, raspier than usual. It was like she just came back from an ancient sport called football. Apparently, humans were crazy over it, the fans cheered like no tomorrow. 

She slowly turned her head our way. Her bruised lips turned upward into a curve. 

"Hey, Octavia," she said weakly. 

"Hey, Squirt," Octavia said as her voice breaks, she was happy to have her best friend back.

"Clarke, always nice to see you," she said eve weaker, "thanks for helping me out, again," she smirked. Clarke chuckled. "Always a pleasure," Clarke took a bow.

"Murphy? The John Murphy? You're back? How long was I gone?" She questioned causing Murphy to chuckle and looked down, "A while, sweetheart, a while," he stated. "It's nice to see you again," she smiles gently. "You too," he smiled, Murphy, actually smiled. 

I was standing off from the group, pretty sure she was going to attack me for leaving her behind. Her eyes fell on me, her expression immediately allivated. Why I don't know, but I knew I was tense, almost about to cry. I've never been this guitly. Octavia was mad at me for the longest, she screamed at me ever night for at least two months, sometimes she got physical. I let her, though, I deserved it, knowing Eleanor was getting worse than O's foot to your abdomen made me want to scream. One night she just, gave up.

"And Bellamy Blake, the hero," she said straining her voice. 

I scoff, "I'm no hero," I look away in disbelief at the words that just fell off her lips. 

Octavia knew that it was time to go, "hey, let us give them a minute," she whispered leading them out. Murphy patted my shoulder as encouragement. 

"Yes you are, you saved so many people, sure you left me behin. Which did, in fact, upset me for the longest. The longer and longer I was locked up, the more I thought. Well at least its only me and not multiple people-" I stopped her.

"It should've been me, I would've taken all this bett-" she interrupted me.

"but Bellamy, if you were taken then they wouldn't have gotten out. We only knew one floor, you knew all of them. Bellamy," she tried to sit up but failed. 

"Here," I said helping her up. once she was as comfortable as she was going to get, she continued.

"You have to stop blaming yourself. I don't blame you, Octavia doesnt, on, fault no one does, but yourself," she said softly. 

"Eleanor, I have a lot of blood on my hands, if there's a God, only he would know how much. When I learned hoe and what hey do to us, people who can breathe this air, I freaked. Octavia seemed to never run out of things to say to me 'Its's fault', 'her death will be on your hands', 'she was the only person I trusted', 'why he-" she stopped me by wiping my face. I was confused at first until I felt another tear descended my cheek.

"Shh," she hushed me.

I have no idea why I was crying. I just felt overwhelmed. I have absolutely no idea what to do. 

I just stormed out.