May we meet again (Clexa)

Chapter 1

"GUMBALL!!!" Darwin cried out as he held Gumballs limp body in his arms, tears slid down his face and landed on the ground, his chest moving up and down as he took in the air that felt too far put of reach, the tears kept coming even as his head was buried deep in the dirty rug Gumball had been wrapped in.

"Uh... Are you okay?" Gumball asked as he listened to his brother's cries that sounded more like a pig squealing than actual crying.

"Gumball!!!" Darwin pipped up, "Mr dad said he killed you." The tears suddenly ceased to exist, as had the signs that Darwin had been crying.

Clarke chuckled lightly at this, but continued watching intently at their interaction, it made her feel something other than pain, and watching a show for 5 year olds was okay for her.

She grabbed the remote and switched off the tv as the words came into view and her favorite show ended, grabbing the half empty bottle of 1818 she took the last contents into her mouth and threw the empty bottle on the coach.

Her eyes remained at the now empty bottle and felt the need to cry, to scream, anything, anything but the loss she was feeling.

I used to flinch, she thought to herself.

Whenever she drank alcohol I'd burn her throat and she'd flinch, Raven had used to tease her that she was a lightweight, she missed her most from her friends.

Tearing her eyes from the bottle she shuffled to her bedroom and passed out on the bed, her feet hanging low and her arms spread out everywhere.

Three loud knocks pulled Clarke out of her nightmare. She jumped up from the bed, beads of sweat dripping down her neck, her breathing shallow and uneven.

Relaxing back down she looked around , the light shinning through the curtains was blinding her, but decided it was way too early to answer the door and so she pulled the duvet over her head.

The knocks on the door had began sounding like drum beats and Clarke silently listened and hummed Rescue by Lauren Daigle till her eyes gave out and fell into yet another disturbing nightmare.

The panic in Lexa's voice as the car flipped and flipped till it came to a stop always made Clarke wake up feeling sick to her stomach.

"Fuck," She growled as pulled her feet to her chest, last night had been one of the unpleasant nights, Jackson had said the last pills would stop the nightmares, well he had said that before the new pills, it seemed to be his monthly song.

She had to request another dose of her medication, or a different kind.

Knowing Jackson worked with her mom didn't make it any easier in asking for the pills, but when things got really bad Clarke always made the call and in less than an hour a delivery of the medicine would arrive, that was how reliable Jackson was at the right price of course.

She stumbled to the kitchen, The fresh air that normal humans felt against their skins everyday was limited to only opening the door when someone knocked at her door for her.

Since Lexa died, Clarke had found no reason in continuing to go out, nothing in the outside world made sense without her.

At first the staying in was so the reporters would stop bugging her, but with time she found it comforting and decided to never walk out.

She knew how her life looked from the outside, another lazy human stealing oxygen for the rest, yep. She knew that all too well and believed it, but the thought of leaving her safe and secure house felt like a mission she wasn't determined on doing.

She pulled open the fridge and the only thing standing was a carton of milk, she gulped it down , but spat it out as fast, as the sour taste hit her tongue.