Survivors

Chapter 8- The Past

Clarke Griffen:

My sister? That's not possible! My parents would have told me; or would they? How does Bellamy know? So many questions run through my mind as I hold my supposedly older sister in my arms examining her wounds. Bellamy and I exchange worried glances.

"Octavia, write down what I say." She quickly grabs another one of those maps and the same snapped pencil Bellamy gave me. "Pierced lower stomach...broken wrist...a bruised tailbone...and whipped legs." Her legs are striped with blood. Whoever put Ali in front of our gate, wanted to make sure that she could not get away. It brings me to remembrance of my once whipped legs. Grounders...

After many hours of tending to the wounds, stitching her spear wound and wrapping her broken wrist, I finally allow everyone to be dismissed for bed. They slowly trickle out of the drop-ship. Everyone except for Bellamy. I lean back against the wall, as if I'm preparing for a long lecture. Bellamy looks dazed, he needs sleep but I need answers.

"How do you know about her? How come I don't know about my sister?" I say, demanding answers.

"Ali and I are the same age, 22. Before you were born, we would always run around the ARC, like we were running around earth together, pointing out pretend birds and fish. She was my only friend. Believe it or not, I wasn't much of a talker." he says with a chuckle. "Ali was the only person I could trust secrets with about Octavia." his voice shakes a bit. "And I was the only one she could trust secrets with about you." his focus is drawn from Ali to me. "When she found out that your mother was pregnant with you, she thought her life was over. She had always wanted a sister, but she was so sure that you would be locked up and floated, that she didn't want to take any chances. They hid you under the floor like Octavia, but when you were four, she couldn't take you living like that anymore. You wanted to explore, you were to curious, so she avoided you. You never had been recorded in the book, but you could have a chance to live if, only if Ali was floated."

"No..." I say under my breath.

"She floated herself, Princess." tears were coming out of his eyes. "Ali floated herself just for you." Now, tears were streaming my face too.

"But it's impossible for her to be down here on earth! Non the less be alive on earth!" I'm bawling. I'm so confused.

"But Clarke, don't you see? When she wakes up, and she will, Ali can give us answers! Don't you think that this could be another answer for things? Don't you think that there could be more people who were floated, out there," he points to outside the drop-ship, "alive!" A small smile creeps up his cheeks. No, I don't think that there could be more people out there. Instead I storm out to the entrance of drop-ship and stop in my path. I sharply turn to face Bellamy. He squints as the moonlight shines through the entrance.

"Stop dreaming Bellamy, and wake up to face reality." I walk out to my tent avoiding the stares of those who are on watch. When I get to my tent, I cradle myself on my cot, and cry myself to sleep.

Bellamy Blake:

The sun has just started to make its way up. I sit next to Ali, playing with her long, light brown hair. Little freckles dance around her nose and cheeks, just like Clarke's. Ali and I had just been friends, nothing more, nothing less. Ali breaths a heavy breath and her eyes flutter open. The sun adds a sparkle to her blue eyes.

"Hey, Blake." she says with a grin.

"Hey, Griffen." I reply. We would always call each other by our last names while we pretended to be two of the guards. "How are you feeling?"

"Crappy." She manages a laugh and I join her. I turn and look at Finn, who's eyes meet mine.

"Get Clarke." He nods and walks away.

"Did you tell her?" Ali says. I sigh.

"Yep. She didn't take it to well though. I don't think that she believes that your her sister." She slowly nods her head. I hear footsteps behind me. Clarke.

"Good morning." she says plainly. She hands me a cup of warm water. I drink it down thirsty. The cold night has dried my throat, but the warm water has replenished it.

"Good morning." I reply. I look at Ali, who stares at Clarke in awe.

"Don't tell me you believe this baloney too?!?" She yells at Ali.

"I don't believe that it's true, I know that it's true." Ali always knows the right thing to say.