Romeo and Juliet

Chapter Forty-Two

we're almost at fifty chapters! I'm pretty sure only one person is reading now, but if you want me to go through to season two tell me or else I'll leave it at the season one finale. 

"Fuck." She whispered to herself, listening to the sounds of the crickets chirping and the wind blowing in the distance. It was silent beside her crying. Clarke knelt in the dirt beside a tree, hiding her head in her hands, just wanting to be alone... but of course, Bellamy couldn't leave it alone. Clarke heard footsteps in the distance and suddenly, she felt anger rise in her. "Bellamy, I swear to God, don't you know-"

"Trouble in paradise?" That wasn't Bellamy. Clarke looked up, seeing a tall figure looming over her with the barrel of a gun pointed directly at her. What. The. Fuck? Clarke thought, trying to recognize the figure's face... it was Dax. But something was wrong with his face.

It was flickering between Dax and Bellamy, almost like he was the one holding her life with the press of a trigger. "Where's your boyfriend?" He asked. Now her father's face joined the chorus of expressions. She suddenly realized they were screaming at her, yelling horrible things. Mostly her father and Bellamy, yelling horrible names at her that made her cry even louder. "Bitch, I said where's your boyfriend?" This voice was Dax and it almost brought her back to reality. "Hey!"

Clarke felt a cold hand wrap against her face, but when it did, it was Bellamy's face. She gasped, pawing at her face which was now dropping a small amount of blood from her lip. "Where's Bellamy?!" She still didn't respond, she was mesmerized by the glitching of the body's face, watching as it moved from Bellamy to her father to Dax, all of them screaming horrible names. "Crazy bitch..." Her father's face whispered, and suddenly, the butt of the gun met her head and everything went dark.

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"Clarke?" He called into the night. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since she left, what if... what if a grounder... no, no. Clarke could handle herself. She was fine. "Clarke?!" He hollered again, anxiety quickly building in his chest. I never should've let her go alone, what the fuck is wrong with me?! This is all my fault.

"Clarke's gone." He spun around, trying to find the source of the voice, but nothing revealed itself. "You killed her." The voice whispered again, this time sounding much closer. "Broke her heart into pieces... shattered it." This time, he saw the person behind her words. It was... him. It was his own face before his eyes, staring at him with its tongue forking in and out like a snake.

"What the..." Bellamy whispered, looking at his doppelganger standing before him.

"You were going to leave her, leave her to wallow in her own sorrow, wondering what she did wrong." Bellamy shook his head, covering his ears and squinting his eyes closed.

"No, no. She would've been better off without me." Bellamy denied, running his fingers through his hair and kneeling on the ground. The split-image walked around Bellamy and suddenly, the wind around the two started to swarm and he felt his grip on the grass beneath him becoming weaker.

"That's true, why would she want to be with you? You killed three-hundred people. Who in their right mind would want to be with you?" The voice was no longer his, it was Jaha, staring at him with a gun to his head. "You want to save her?" He hissed, his eyes inflamed with color. Bellamy nodded, looking between his own shaking hands and Jaha's face. "Find her then. What are you doing sitting here? She's dying while you sit, daydreaming."

Bellamy nodded, racing to his feet, seeing Clarke's footsteps hidden in the dirt, and another pair... What the hell is going on with me?? "Clarke! Clarke!" He called, finally finding her as the footsteps ceased. Oh my God. Her body was still, drops of blood running from her lips and a nasty gash on her forehead from what looked like the butt of a gun. "C-Clarke, Clarke!" He stumbled over his words, shaking her and begging she would wake up. "Princess, get the fuck up right now." He hissed, shaking her again. With an ocean of relief flooding to his heart, he saw her eyes flutter, pain clearly lacing through her. "Clarke... what happened, where-"

"Behind you!" She suddenly squealed, pulling Bellamy and her over as Bellamy's own axe sliced through the collar of his jacket, nipping his shoulder with a slice of blood. "Bel!" Clarke screamed weakly, still not fully awake from her sleep. The person who'd nearly killed Bellamy was now over Clarke, strangling her.

I can't let either of you return. I'll be banished if I do. Bellamy scrambled over to Clarke and... it was Dax. He was strangling her. Her eyes were already closing as she scrambled to get away, looking to Bellamy who suddenly tackled Dax. Clarke's lungs scrambled for air as she grabbed at her throat. Blinding pain rushed through her neck and head as she looked towards Dax and Bellamy tackling.

It seemed like Bellamy was seeing red as he looked towards Clarke, seeing the bruise on her cheek and neck. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled in Dax's face, picking him up by his collar only to slam him back against the ground. Clarke was still on the ground, gasping for air. With her broken rib, she could barely breathe. It was almost like she was underwater. Suddenly, Bellamy stopped yelling when Dax flipped him over, now choking him as well.

As much as Bellamy struggled, he couldn't get out of Dax's grip. Clarke eyed the axe that had fallen beside Bellamy. She used her arms to drag herself across the dirt, her fingers wrapping tightly around the silver metal axe. In a spur of hesitance, Clarke squeezed her eyes shut before kneeling. With a churn of her stomach, she brought the axe down on Dax's neck, feeling blood splatter across her face. Clarke suddenly had the urge to puke as she opened her eyes, meeting Bellamy's shocked face. Suddenly, she ran to the treeline, holding her stomach as she puked into the grass, her eyes quickly welling with tears. I've killed so many people... I'm a monster. "Clarke!" Clarke felt Bellamy hold her hair back until she finished, then he took her in his arms.

"Are you alright?" She asked him, looking at a small bruise on his left eye and a trail of blood coming from his lips.

"Are you?" He asked, removing her from him to look her over, his fingers grazing the bruises on her neck and cheek. "Jesus..." He whispered, kissing her cheek and neck as if he was trying to kiss the bruises away. Her eyes were drawn to the large glowing moon... until he placed his finger on her jaw, moving it to look towards him. "Hey... you with me?"

"... yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I..." Clarke couldn't even finish her sentence. She didn't cry, she just stared at him, an empty stare. Clarke felt tears roll down her cheeks as Bellamy wiped the droplets of blood resting on her skin off with her sleeve, making sure every drop was gone.

"Are you sure?" She nodded after a second, meeting his concerned eyes.

"Sorry, I... I don't want you to worry about me."

"Hey... it's my job to worry about you." Bellamy whispered, hugging her tightly. He felt dampness enter his shirt where Clarke's face laid and he only felt worse. I'm such an idiot. I'm so dumb. If she hadn't left because of me, this never would've happened. She wouldn't have had to kill Dax. "I'm really, really sorry."

After a minute of silence, Clarke sniffled, taking in his fresh scent of the earth. She loved it... loved him. "I'm still mad at you... there's only one way I'll forgive you." Bellamy nodded, desperate to do anything. "You need to talk to Jaha." He sighed but shook it away.

"I will, I promise," Bellamy swore, squeezing her a little tighter. I don't deserve you. God, what did I do to deserve you? You're an angel, no one deserves you, princess. "Do you want to go home?" Bellamy asked, and sighed when he felt Clarke nod against him. "Okay, let's get those guns home."

Before they left, Clarke buried Dax. I don't deserve you.