Persphyni : I am Darkness

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"I know you may all look at me differently, but that is my story. That is what made me into who I am today." I spoke switching from third person as I stared out at the crowd around the large fire. "Think of me as you will. If I have enough courage to tell you my life story then I have enough to accept if you don't want me in camp anymore."

The silent crowd roared in protest. The small action making me smile and stare at the fire.

"So I'm assuming you're letting me stay?" I laughed at my response. Biting my lip as I fought back a smile.

My eyes made eye contact with Bellamy who was giving me a smirk, the look of "I told you so" written all over his smug face.

I had gone to him and Clarke to discuss the bonfire I wanted to have. They had agreed quickly, and even set up everything two hours prior to when we needed it.

I had made sure to gather everyone in camp so that they could all hear it once and I wouldn't have to repeat myself over and over.

They took it surprisingly well, I knew they all had seen the scars on my back and the marks across my stomach, collarbone, and neck that were red but I only told them about my back. Leaving the still healing cuts to their imagination.

I had even shared with them the news about how Marcus Kane was my father, that got some interesting glances but they went away after I told them the benefit of being a friend of the head of security's daughter. It also got me some laughs as I practically conned them into accepting that fact.

I could feel the world becoming lighter with every sentence I told. From the beginning to now. I personally think if the camp had wanted me gone, I would have been okay with it. I probably would go follow Octavia out and find Lincoln to hang with, or get killed by. Either way, I would have been okay.

"I'd like to think that went smoothly." I rolled my eyes as Bellamy came up to me, as I stood away from the main group of teens surrounding the fire and laughing.

"Just like you said it would." I laced the comment with sarcasm, trying not to get his ego too inflated. But it's Bellamy, it didn't work.

"Right you are." He slung am arm around my shoulder and I tensed up.

"H-Hey, I think Clarke needs my help." I slipped from his hold and vanished before he could even react. I wasn't sure what was happening. And or why it was happening.

Was I becoming too relaxed? To into the thought of being normal? Was I finally hitting teenage psychology? I wasn't sure, but I didn't like it.

If I kept my guard down who knows what will happen. For all I knew grounders could attack and I'd be frozen because Bellamy hands me a damn gun.

I slapped myself in the face. The smack echoing as I stood outside the wall. As I held my hands to my face I couldn't help but remember the first day we landed and Wells had caught me in the act. Is it weird that I miss having that guy at camp? Or is it the results of that guy not being at camp that I miss.

Maybe I'm just feeling sentimental. Maybe I was going mentally ill.

"Ugh!" My groan reverberated off the wall as I leaned my head against it. "What is wrong with you?" I was too busy catching my breath to notice the grounder who placed a small white flower on a tree. And I had already headed to the small waterfall at the end of the stream to wash my clothes and body to notice the small girl exit camp.

I was really off my game.