The Right Choice ~ Bellamy Blake {EDITED}

six

Quinn's necklace shown above

After the whole misunderstanding with Murphy, he advised me to go back to my tent and sleep. I needed it, he said. It will make you feel better, he said. I don't think anything is able to wash the image from my brain of him hanging from that tree. Just the thought of it made me feel nauseas.

I had eventually fallen into a restless sleep; the only thing in my dreams was Murphy's bloodied face. He was okay now. I had to remember that.

When I had awoken, an eerie silence had fallen over the camp. I could vaguely hear Bellamy and Clarke talking through the thin material of my tent. I sat up and wiped my face with my hands, being careful of my scabbed over lip. Carefully I pushed the material of Murphy's tent aside and walked out to join the crowd that was gathered around them.

"That's why we've decided to banish... Anybody got a problem with that?" was the first thing I heard.

"Banish who?" I asked curiously.

"Quinn, I think it's best if you go back inside." Bellamy said to me. I felt the eyes of the rest of the delinquents land on my battered face. I could see sympathy in Connor's eyes; he was the boy who suggested hanging Murphy and was also the one who gave me a mean jab to the face. He knew what he did was wrong, and now he'd have to live with it.

I avoided his stare furrowed my eyebrows looking directly at Clarke.

"I asked a question, who did you banish?" I ask again.

"Quinn, please, we'll talk about this later, you need rest" Clarke said, walking towards me.

I scanned the group thoroughly, there didn't seem to be anyone missing. Everyone was there.

Everyone apart from Murphy.

"No." I said shaking my head.

I looked up towards Clarke and Bellamy. Clarke had a deep frown on her face, whilst Bellamy stared at the ground, avoiding my eyes altogether.

"I'm sor-" Clarke started before I cut her off.

"No you're not, you're never sorry." I said coldly, before marching between Bellamy and Clarke, ready to leave camp and look for Murphy.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bellamy said, grabbing my wrist.

"I'm going to look for him." I said, pulling my arm out of his grip.

"No, you'll die out there." he said, stopping me in my tracks once again.

"So will Murphy" I shouted, at this point there was a tear running down my cheek. "Bellamy, you're supposed to be his friend. How could you do this?"

I tried to run away from him and out of the gates but instead he pulled me back and threw me over his shoulder, walking towards my tent.

"Bellamy, please!" I cried, pounding my fists on his back. "Don't do this!"

Eventually, we made it to my tent, and the minute he set me down, I made a run for the exit again.

"Quinn, wait, Charlotte is dead because of him!" he shouted me back.

I stopped dead in my tracks as images of my brother in my arms filled my head. She was just a kid. Just like Maddox.

"I don't believe you." I said, turning to face him. "He would never do something like that."

"Murphy scared her to death; he chased her all the way to a cliff edge. She was terrified of what he would do, so she jumped." Bellamy said, his eyes focused on his boots.