The Right Choice ~ Bellamy Blake {EDITED}

five

John Murphy and Bellamy Blake shown above.

Bellamy and I sat in the exact same place all night. We didn't mutter a word to each other; we just sat in a comfortable silence. It was just nice to have the company I guess. It was something I had never had when I was in the sky box, it was almost weird for me.

Just as the sun started rising, Jasper had began screaming out in pain, causing people to wake up and leave their tents earlier than usual. The majority of them escaping the camp walls for a little bit of peace and quiet. His harrowing moans and blood-curdling screams echoed around the walls of the drop ship and even reached where Bellamy and I sat. Poor guy, I really hope he pulls through. We weren't the bestest of friends yet but I do know he's a good guy and that him and Monty are two of the sweetest people in this camp. I couldn't imagine one of them losing the other.

The second people started emerging from their tents; Bellamy removed his hand from mine, stood up and jogged away to a group of people. It was almost as if he was embarrassed for spending the night with me. He turned around and looked at me one least time before disappearing behind the drop ship walls with his friends. Damn, the truth hurts.

I sighed and stood up myself, dusting my blue jeans off as I stood up. I might as well make myself useful and help around camp, people weren't exactly jumping at the idea of building walls.

I walked around camp a few times and offered to help people who looked like they needed it, but they all turned me down. Some people even moved away or put their heads down when they saw me walking towards them. Nobody wanted anything to do with me. I can't say I blame them.

The only people who actually spoke to me either had no idea what got me arrested, or just pretended like they didn't, Octavia for example. She knows what I did but she still looks at me like I'm a normal person. I really appreciate her for that.

Eventually, I walked to the most obsolete part of camp. It was hidden behind the drop ship and hardly anyone ever went there. It was a place that I could go to, to spend some time alone. Only this time, I turned the corner to see Murphy sitting on the ground, attempting to tie the laces in his boots. My guess was that he didn't want anybody to see him struggling.

Murphy initially came across as the tough guy that shouldn't be messed with, or a guy that could ruin your life in an instant, but seeing him like this showed me that he was just like everyone else and he also had his own problems and insecurities.

Looking at him now, his hair was slightly dishevelled and his face was covered in specks of dirt and blood, probably from his recurring fights with Wells and other camp members. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a concentrated look on his face as he stared down at his feet.

"Hey, need any help?" I asked him. The second his eyes landed on me, he removed his hand from his boot and pushed his hair back.

"Why? So you can laugh at me?" he snapped, retracting his leg.

"Of course not, I want to help you." I said politely, defending myself at the same time.

"Sure, and what happened the last time you tried to help someone?" he said, eyeing me up and down. "I sure as hell don't want to end up like that." I felt all of the blood rush from my face as I rubbed my clammy hands on my jeans. I can't even make one friend down here, not like I can blame them. I mean, who would want to be friends with someone who killed a child?

I began to turn around to walk away, but Murphy shouted me back.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I'm not one to judge, everyone has their storey, right?" He said with a lopsided grin. "I heard about what you did, but I'm sure you have your reasons, blah blah blah." he continued, clearly trying to keep up his laid-back manner.