Bellarke One-Shots

Come Back to Me

Authors note, Clarke gets hurt. In fact she's in a comma, but she doesn't know it. She doesn't know that she is living her fantasy, and that she has to leave it in order to go back to reality--and Bellamy.

Why couldn't I have it all? Why wasn't I destined to be happy? Why was I given a glimpse of heaven and then forced to escape? Goodbye.

Clarke's POV

I woke up to a smell I have never smelled before. It was sweet and thick, heavenly almost. I had that feeling, you know the one where you can't really remember what you just dreamt of, but you know you had a dream and the longer your awake, the farther away the memory gets.

I wiped my droopy eyes and shook my head. Then I threw off my white comforter and swung my legs over the edge of my bed. I shivered, suddenly missing the warmth of the blanket.

However, when I inhaled again, all thoughts other than that sweet smell left my mind. It was overpowering and all encompassing, making it seem as though my only goal was attaining it, what ever physical form that smell belonged to anyways.

So I changed into a white shirt and some light colored jeans, put my hair in a ponytail and threw open my door, running down the stairs to get to that smell.

Pancakes, my brain put the word in my mind as I saw a round object on a plate. The plate, though full of light, fluffy pancakes and eggs, looked rather empty of purpose, as though just waiting for me to eat it. So, I grabbed a fork and did just that, devoured it.

"Enjoying breakfast I see." A voice full of light laughter came from my left. I turned my head and saw a women in her mid forties washing some dishes at the sink. I had a weird feeling suddenly, had I seen her come into the kitchen?

"Yes these pancakes are very good." I said and the women, my mom, laughed at me, because my mouth was still full as I attempted to say this.

"Good morning." A tall and slightly graying older man said walking into the kitchen with a newspaper tucked carefully under his arm. He kissed my mom and came to sit in the chair next to me at the table.

"Morning." I said automatically without thinking to the man, my dad.

There was a knock at out front door.

"I'll get it." I said and for a second I hadn't even realized I was the one who said that. So I got out of my chair and went to the door.

I opened the door and standing in its place was a tall and muscular teenage boy holding a small container.

"Hey Clarke, my mom told me to give this to your mom." Wells said walking in setting the container of cupcakes on the island and sitting at the table next to my dad. They both stared at the TV as it displayed an old football game clip on the Sports channel.

Was that TV always there and on?

"Ohhh..." My dad and Wells both grunted at the same time.

"What is it with men and football?" My mom said smiling at my dad.

"Let's go Clarke or were gonna be late for school." Wells said standing up suddenly.

"Oh... Yeah." I said not remembering doing my homework last night, or if I even had any.

"Bye dad." I said waving to my dad. "Bye mom." I said kissing her check on my way out the door with Wells.

When we finally arrived at school, which was located conveniently close to my house, I remembered I forgot to grab my bag.

"Wells," I said turning to him as we walked through the doors to the school. "I forgot my bag at home."

"You mean the one on your back?" He said laughing as he gestured to the back pack on my back.