the king awakens » bellamy blake

01 | Earth (+Prologue)

". . .Long enough to call it courage, to live without a lifeline."

( flashback )
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The screech of shoes against metal makes my eyes shoot up. Through my tears, I watch as two feet run up to me and crouch down beside me. A boy with brown eyes, almost black hair and fair skin dotted with freckles looks at me in pure concentration and concern.

"What happened?" he asks, his voice laced with worry, yet it was surprisingly steady—no match for my racing heart. He looks down at my leg, covered in blood, bent at the wrong angle.

I notice my voice trembles as I speak, "I..." I begin. How do I explain?

I could tell him the truth—that it was my fault, that I was expecting much worse than a mere broken bone. Or, I could lie—avoid the questioning and pity he would forever give me.

"I-I fell, and my leg got caught." I mumbled through my gritted teeth, trying not to scream in agony. I lied; was that the right thing to do?

I glance down at the blood that seeped through my clothes and my vision becomes blurry as I fight the urge to cry. The emotions were overwhelming: fear, embarassment, anxiety, regret.

My breathing becomes more ragged, and I feel like I'm on the verge of having another panic attack. The boy seems to notice this, so he places his hand gently on my shoulder for comfort.

"H-Hey, it's okay, I'm going to get you to medical. Can you stand?" he asked, trying to get me to look at him in the eyes. As soon as I did, I seemed to calm down, and nodded. "I can try."

He smiles and slips a hand around my rib cage, the other holding my hand. I try not to shake, but I was losing a lot of blood. I wasn't sure if the boy would be able to help me make it by himself, but he was older and stronger so I soon relaxed, remembering his sincere brown eyes.

Once I'm standing, I snake the arm that was holding his hand around his neck, instead. I groan when my foot touches the floor, but recover quickly when he shoots me another worried glance.

We make it to the medical bay eventually, a trail of blood behind us as I dragged my leg and limped the whole way there.

A tan, brunette woman I know as Abby Griffin looks down at us as we approach. Abby is in charge of medical, and apperantly my dad doesn't like her much, although I have no idea why.

She quickly comes over to us, bending down to inspect my wound. "Clarke," she calls softly behind her, showing no sign of fear, only concern. A girl about my age runs up to us after a moment, her blonde hair in a pony tail and her blue eyes wide. "Take Wren inside, I'll be right there." Abby orders.

Pain shoots up my leg again and I bite my lip to keep another groan from escaping.

Clarke nods and I transfer my weight to her, glancing at the boy who had helped me, wanting to thank him but not finding the right words.

I hear Abby ask him what happened to me, and he tells her what I told him a few moments ago—the lie about falling.

Once Clarke helps me onto a bed, she leaves and gets a clean towel before coming back and handing me some water. "Here, I think you should drink, you've l-lost a lot of blood."

She helps me drink, since I was too weak to hold it myself. "Thank you," I tell her, remembering the boy. I should thank him for helping me as well.

I turn to look for him where he was last standing, feeling more faint every second. Just as my eyelids begin to flutter closed, I notice that he's no longer jogging his leg or scratching the back of his neck. He's no longer there at all.