2199 Day's - Bellarke Fanfic | ✔️

Chapter 12 - Nightmares

!TRIGGER WARNING! DO NOT READ IF AFFECTED BY BLOOD AND MASS DEATH

Just a small thing, this //// means the end or start of a dream. Enjoy!

~Clarke's POV~

If nightmares can be cured, then I need to know how.

I can't remember my first nightmare and I'm thankful. I can remember my second, third and fourth. The nightmares started a night after my father was floated, the night my father was floated I didn't sleep.

They stopped after a while but only came back once I ventured down to earth, Atom triggered the first. I dreamt of loved ones being lost, people I cared about.

The next was Wells, I had several about him. How someone could be so cruel and end a person's life like that amazed me.

Then came Dax and my visions in the bunker, me remembering my father. After that it was quiet, I didn't dream because I hardly slept and when I did my brain was so tired it couldn't function in it's sleep.

I thought the nightmares would fade away after that, how I was so wrong.

Then Mount Weather. It started as small clips that would only last a few seconds, then they would rush back to the 320 people I killed. The 320 innocent people I killed just to save my people.

Then Finn, the worst of my nightmares. Then Lexa, more nightmares. Then A.L.I.E if things couldn't get any worse. And now nearly 6 years later, to top the charts, to win the competition, my mother.

Dead...

I pull my head under the blankets and hug my chest as the thought of my mum, my only family member not being alive. I close my eyes trying to wipe my mind from the horrible feelings and daggers aimed for my heart as I try to sleep.

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The clouds colour reflects off the rivers and leaves of the forest as it scrapes across the surface of the earth, leaving destruction in its path.

I'm standing in the middle of Polis, it the room where the bunker used to be. I watch as people are carried and pushed out of the bunker, some crying some accepting their death. I watch as children hug tight to their mothers and warriors try to fight back.

Soon tears are in my eyes ready to poor any second. And then I see her, her hair pulled back into a pony tail and a jacket thrown over her shoulders. Kane's jacket. I watch her let go of a hand before kissing it and walking out of the bunker to joining the many weeping and crying people outside of the bunker.

The radiation already causing some to collapse to the ground, vomit and blood pouring form their mouths. I watch as my mum runs to a child on the ground, blood running down her neck and covering her hands.

I go to run to her, hug her but I can't it's like I'm frozen. I go to yell at her, tell her I'm here but I can't scream. No sound leaves my mouth. I start to cry, my eyes watering.

I look to more people collapsing to the ground and watch as my mum pulls out a gun. I watch her fiddle with it in her hands before making a decision I never thought she would make, but I always knew if she was strong enough and knew there was no other way, she would do it.

I watch her load the gun and place her finger on the trigger before lowering it to the child's head. I watch the child look up to the weapon and give my mum a smile. She is no older than 10 and she is accepting her death.

I watch my mum run her hand over the child's forehead, her head on her lap before pulling the trigger.

The sound rings in my ears and I hear more yelling and screams. I look to see my mother running to another older lady, blood spewing from her mouth. I then see Miller run up next to her, another gun in his hand.

More tears flood my vision and by this time I'm screaming at then to stop, to see me, to say goodbye.

I watch as Miller places the gun to the woman's fore head. My mother holding her hand and another sound rings throughout the small room. I look to the woman and see a bullet hole through her head.

I cry more.

I look over to see more people falling to the ground but I keep my eyes on my mum. I watch as Miller walks over to another patient before falling to the ground coughing, blood running from his mouth.

I watch as he gives the gun to Abby and whispers in her ear. I go to move forwards so I can hear but his voice sounds like its being played over a speaker for everyone to hear.

"Others need them more." He says coughing up more blood. I watch as she nods and takes the gun form Miller before saying one last thing.

"May we meet again." The words ring in my ears and I can't take it. I start to scream and I can hear more gun shots and more screams more people asking for their lives to be ended.

I watch more blood come from Miller's mouth and more blisters appear on his body. I watch as my mum tries to tend to another child before falling to the ground coughing.

I go to run to her but only cry more when I can't. I scream and cry, it's like I'm in a never-ending hole, more pain being pilled on like soil in a grave.

I watch as blood runs down her chin but she wipes it away. Getting up from the ground and walking over to the child, placing the gun to her head and pulling the trigger. I hear the wind growing louder and the screams fading as more people die.

I watch her fall to the ground again. Blood draining form her mouth and blisters forming on her skin. I sob as she crawls her way over to one last child, his hear stained red. I watch her place the gun to his head and stroke his fore head before pulling the trigger.

I feel the wind against my skin and the sound of the death wave approaching. More screams and more cries from the people sacrificed to let the rest of us live.

I watch her eyes land on one last child and I watch her throw the empty and now useless gun away before crawling over to the child. Their skin a blistered mess, blood pouring form their mouth. She's almost there, so close before it's over.

The last thing I hear is her scream.

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I sit up in bed, sweat on my forehead and the blanket on the floor. I look around the dark room and watch as visions dance in front of my eyes. The last moments of my mother and one of the 100.

I gulp down a sob and walk over to the light switch near the door. I place my fingers over the cold metal and turn on the light. I watch as the room lights up and I can see Bellamy's stuff near the foot of the bed, his jacket being all of his things.

I remember that jacket form the first day I saw him. The reflective pieces strapped to his shoulder blades long gone. I sigh and pick up my blanket form the floor before sitting down on my bed wiping away my tears.

Maybe darkness is one enemy I can't defeat

~Bellamy's POV~

I hold the book in my hands and place the other two back on the shelf, not sure if I want to continue reading.

I look around the room and my eyes land on the comfy sofas and arm chairs scattered around the room and decide to lay down for a few minutes on one of them, the cushions supporting my head as I place the book on my chest and go to turn the page.

I blink and soon realize how tired I truly am. Without flicking to the next page, I place the book on the floor beside me and close my eyes.

I will get to that book later.

This chapter was hard for me to write, so many feels! Anyway hope you enjoyed and loved this chapter, thanks.

-RFRC