Scythe || Bellamy Blake

A Tether to Sanity

"I am done."

The ends of her newly chopped hair kissed her shoulders and she twisted the knife in her hand, dragging her finger along the bloody edge, "I am done with being afraid."

No more. It wasn't fair for her to be so scared all the damn time. If she could cut out the part of her that was so afraid she felt she could have cut out her own heart. It wasn't as if she had much of one left anyways.

She threw the knife down.

Her hands clenched tight enough for her nails to dig into her palms. She barely noticed.

"I am done with pain." Tears gathered in her eyes, and her voice was shredded, but she wouldn't let them fall, "I am done with being abandoned."

Left behind as if she were nothing but the dregs. Tied up and controlled. Everyone left her. Everyone was gone.

"I am done with being helpless."

She gripped the base of her hair and tugged until her knuckles went white and she snarled, "I am not a fucking animal."

She was not worthless. Why couldn't anyone see that she was still a person? Why deny her happiness? What did the universe gain from her misery?

Her face twisted in an agony so profound it was impossible to tell where it came from.

Her tears were hot and they were salty, but she did not wipe them away. Let the anger cleanse the dirt on her face. Let her tears wash away the blood on her skin. Her voice was quiet as she lamented, "I am just a girl."

She was just a girl.

There was no mercy for Skye, there was no reprieve. She was not going to be a hero in any story, would never get her happily ever after. She was nothing but a villain.

Scythe should have known. Now Skye was lost.

She fell to her knees next to Bellamy and when she looked at his face there was something like devastation in those beautiful eyes. She leaned in when he touched her cheek.

"You didn't deserve what happened to you," he whispered.

She was finally starting to believe that.

She slumped as if she truly was Atlas and the weight of the entire world sat on her shoulders. She never fully realized how much pain Atlas must have suffered, "I am just a girl."

Bellamy stroked her shortened hair.

Her voice wouldn't make a noise louder than a whisper and she begged, "Please don't leave me."

He held her in his arms, "Never."

~*~*~*~

It had taken a while to drag Coleman's body from the tent and dump him unceremoniously into the woods. Skye didn't look at him, only stepped over him and walked back to the tent.

He did not deserve her attention.

She walked inside, approaching Bellamy like they were magnets. He was truly her only tether to sanity. She was scared of what would happen to her when he left.

They all left eventually. And Coleman wasn't the only monster.

But then he smiled at her. Held her hand in his, "I like the hair. It looks pretty."

The love must have shown on her face. It had to have, because she was consumed with gilded felicity. This boy in front of her- this soldier and protecter made her so, so happy. She had taken for granted how much support he had given her, taken for granted how lost she would have been without him.