Chaotic [Bellamy Blake]

We all Fall Down

  Clarke stood over Wells' grave for what seemed like days. Her eyes were an overflowing well of tears. Her soft hiccups were only heard by the pine of the woods. The wind in the trees whispered and almost comforting hum.

    "Hush, child", they told her. "There there."

     Their words fell on deaf ears. Clarke did not want to hush. She wanted to scream. She was furious at the world; at her mother, at the grounders, at Cassius, and most importantly at herself. Wells' body lay under the dirt in front of her feet. How could he do this to her? How could he make her hate him then die without warning? Clarke was beyond angry. Her tears streamed down her cheeks until the took the cliff dive off of her chin and to the floor. Wells was a good person. Why did the world take him away so early?

      Cassius sat in a tree above the burial site watching Clarke silently. Her heart broke into minuscule pieces at the thought of the secret she kept. She was just as furious as the blonde leader, maybe even more so. How could Charlotte do this to him? How dare she look at people with those innocence filled eyes after what she had done? How dare she kill Wells and expect Cassius to ever be the same? How dare she allow Cassius to protect her and keep her secret? Charlotte may be  child, but Cassius is just a kid. A hopeless fiery kid who  didn't  have a clue. As angry as Cassius as Charlotte, she was even more angry at herself. How could she? How dare she look into the eyes of a murderer and walk away without muttering a single word?

       Bellamy was worried. Cassius as been silent and slightly more irritable. Not even Murphy could cheer her up. Every time he looked at her her eyes filled with so much guilt that she had to look away immediately. He had no idea that someone she barely even spoke to could have such a big impact on her. Suddenly, as he remembered the history between Wells and Cassius, he clenched his teeth. Of course. Cassius was still in love with Wells. That was the only possible explanation Bellamy could imagine as the reason for her reacting this way. His heart dropped to his stomach. Could this actually be it? Was Bellamy just a dirty rebound? Now he was angry. How could she? How could Cassius make him fall for her only to be in love with another man?

     Ladies and gentlemen, Bellamy Blake is an idiot.

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        Charlotte stared at Cassius from across the camp. She watched her stand beside Murphy with a frustrated look as they both gave orders to the campers. "Come on people!" Cassius' bad mood made her more impatient when instructing the campers. "The faster you build the wall, the less I wanna punch you all in the face." Charlotte sighed. She wanted to feel guilty about killing the Jaha boy, but she didn't. Instead, she felt guilty about subconsciously forcing Cassius to keep her secret. She had intended to carry the burden on her own, but life had other plans. The moment she ran into Cassius that night she knew that her doom was inevitable.

      Cassius pretended not to notice the young girl staring at her. She tried to focus on what her best friend was telling her. "Cas", Murphy breathed out. "Are you even listening to me?"

    Cassius blinked and turned to face him. " Absolutely not." Murphy frowned at her when she gave him a sheepish smile. He grabbed her arm and dragged her away from any listening ears.

    "I want to know what happened that night." Before she could interrupt him with a lame excuse he continued to speak. "I know very damn well that you didn't lay a finger on your old boy toy, so tell me the truth. You used to love that stuck up prick more than anything, alright. So go on. Tell me what the hell really happened." Cassius stared back at him with tear filled eyes.

    She swallowed pass a large lump in her throat. "Get to work Murphy. There's a few slackers that could use some yelling at." Murphy searched her green orbs for a few moments before shaking his head and slowly backing away from her.