Wonderwall (The 100 fanfic)

chapter 5

 Authors note: Yay!!!! 100 reads!!! Ahhhhh I'm sooooo excited!!! Thank you guys soooooo much!! Well just for 100 reads, this chapter is mainly about Bellark and it's longer than the chapters normally are. But I have a big Bellark moment yet to come, so stay put, and Enjoy!!!!

I looked at him with horror, but denied it. I denied the truth.

“No… no you’re….your lying”

“I’m sorry Clarke. He’s dead.”

“But…but that can’t be! We’ve only been here for an hour! You’re lying to me! Tell me the truth Bellamy!” I got hysterical. Tears swelled up in my eyes and I screamed at him to tell me the truth. Before he could answer, I got up and yelled at him.

“No Bellamy! Stop lying to me! Tell me the truth!” Suddenly, my anger turned towards pleading. “Please, Bellamy. Please tell me he’s not dead.” Tears were now gushing out of my eyes. Bellamy looked down at the floor, and took a step towards me.

“I’m sorry, Clarke. I can’t tell you he’s not dead, because he is. I’m so sorry.” He shook his head and looked at me in the eyes. Without me realizing it, I collapsed into his arms and cried my eyes out. I just kind of stood and leaned on Bellamy’s chest, when he finally wrapped his arms around my back. This isn’t happening, this is all a dream. I’m not actually on the Earth, I’m still in space. Bellamy kept repeating the same damn thing over and over again.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, everything’s gonna be okay.” I fell to the floor, and Bellamy fell with me. He rocked me back and forth and spoke comfort to me. I’ve never felt so close to someone before. His arms were so warm and comforting. I felt like I could melt away in his arms and never come out. Finally, I stopped crying and got up. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and looked at Bellamy. He sat on the floor, looking at me with his eyes full of concern.

“I’m…I’m sorry.” I       stood a few feet away from him, when a boy walked in.

“Hey, um, Bellamy? We need flashlights. It’s gonna get dark soon.” He looked back at the boy and slowly got up.

“Yeah, be right there Jasper.” He left and fast walked away. Before he left, though, he glanced my way. Our eyes met. I looked away. Bellamy took a step towards me and reached for my hand. He rubbed it and whispered that it was okay. He held it for a minute and then let go of it and walked out of the spaceship, where he was no longer visible. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay. The only friend that I’ve ever known just died. Although he got my father killed, I still cared about him. I knew all of his secrets and he knew all of mine. I remember when we were only five, blinded by the universe and all of its problems, and we were playing a simple game of jump rope outside section four, where I lived. All of these thoughts must have overwhelmed me, because the next thing I knew I was crying again. I finally got over myself, and walked outside. It was already dark. I grabbed some of the red material and covered my face so no one could see my eyes. I walked to an open space pretty close to the ship, because I don’t feel like going out to far because of what happened today with Finn. Someone else is out there. I don’t know who, or how they got here, but there is someone else. I’ll tell Bellamy tomorrow. When I’m done crying my freaking eyes out. I took a flashlight from the pile and gathered some big sticks. After about an hour or two, my tent was finally set up. It was small, but suitable. Besides, I’m not planning on sleeping with anyone else. I grabbed a few blankets and made my bed. It was uncomfortable, but it had to do. Although it wasn’t that late, I was tired. I think that everyone else was too, because people started to settle into their tents for the night. I could see everything outside because of my unfinished door. I’ll finish it tomorrow, I thought. Just get some rest now, because tomorrow is going to be a long day. Regardless of my unfinished door, I was boiling outside. I stripped down until I wore only a tank top and jeans. I made a pillow with my jacket, and closed my eyes. But I couldn’t sleep. Too much was going on. I tossed and turned continually. I thought and thought and thought about everything. The Ark, Earth, the 100, my family, Wells. Everything was circling around in my brain. I must have been awake for a while because camp became quiet. Not a sound. Just the occasional ruffling. I grabbed the miny pocket knife I swiped from the drop ship and held it tightly in my hand. I stopped trying to get comfortable and just closed my eyes. I wish that everything was like it used to be. I wish I could fall asleep and wake up next to my mom and dad. I wish I was just a little kid. I wish Wells was still alive. I wish the nuclear bombs never happened. I wish… But my wishes were all cut short when someone entered my tent. I clutched the knife and opened my eyes. Bellamy stood, crouching, before me. He was facing the opposite way, moving sticks and rocks away while he spread out a blanket.