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four - clarke and murphy's backstory

murphy and clarke backstory

!! tw: death, suicidal ideation !!

4 Years Ago

Clarke waited with her father.

Her mom said that she could finally meet the boy they were gonna adopt.

She twiddled with her fingers.

"Hey kiddo, look." Jake announced, smiling.

Jake pointed at the car.

Clarke smiled, swiftly walking out of the door.

A 13 year old boy hopped out of the car.

He looked up at the tall house.

His thoughts were interrupted by a girl hugging him.

"Oh.. uh.. hi." The boy mumbled.

He hugged back, enjoying it for a second.

Clarke pulled back.

"Hi, I'm Clarke." She smiled.

"I'm John.. but call me Murphy." Murphy's eyes traveled away from the girl.

"Murphy, huh. I like that." Clarke smiled.

Clarke grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the car.

"I'll give you a tour of the house!" Clarke laughed.

Murphy smiled at her positive energy.

A little happiness twinged in his stomach.

Three Weeks Later

"Hey, Clarke." Murphy called out, walking into the living room.

The smile faded away from his face when he saw Abby and Clarke both looking at him from the couch.

Tears glittered down Clarke's face.

Clarke got up, and walked over to him.

She grabbed his hand, trying to force a smile across her face.

"What happened?" Murphy asked caustically.

"I- uhhh, uhm.." Clarke struggled.

"Dad is uhhh- maybe- uhm kinda- like.." Clarke stuttered, tears streaming down her face quickly.

"H-He's dead." She finally sputtered out.

Murphy felt the world around him get blurry.

Jake was dead?

How?

"He, was.. er.. he got shot at work." Clarke stuttered.

A shooting out broke at Jake's work. He was the only death.

Everyone else survived.

Murphy quickly wrapped his arms around Clarke.

He could tell she needed it.

And without lying to himself.. he knew he needed it too.

"I-I'm so sorry.. This is all my fault"

"No. No It's not. Don't you even dare to say that." Clarke cried.

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!! tw : suicidal ideation !!

Murphy wondered through the house.

It was really late.

He opened the fridge, trying to distract himself.

His eyes traveled towards the balcony door.

Just do it!

You're a worthless piece of shit!

Death follows you!

Just end it!

End it!

He couldn't shut out the voices.

Murphy closed the fridge quietly.

He let himself step to the door.

Murphy opened it.

He stepped outside, the frigid air hitting his face.

Murphy walked to the railing.

He stepped up.

His vision blurred as he looked down.

No.

This was wrong.

"Murphy..?" Clarke asked, looking around.

She saw the balcony door open.

Clarke swiftly walked over, she saw Murphy standing on top of the railing.

"Wait.. Murphy.."

Murphy turned his head to look at her.

"Please don't do this." Clarke shook her head.

"You shouldn't be here Clarke.. I shouldn't be here." He let his head look back down at the ground far below him.

He couldn't see it.

It was just darkness.

Clarke walked onto the balcony.

"John. Please... just step down, and we can get through this together."

He felt a kick in his stomach.

"Okay, fine. I need you okay?" Clarke whimpered

Murphy's knees got weak.

He couldn't do it..

He quickly stepped down before he changed his mind.

Clarke wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm sorry.." He whispered.

"Don't be." Clarke's voice was calm.

Clarke lead him back inside.

She closed the door behind them, locking it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Clarke asked, smiling faintly.

Murphy turned to her, nodding.

"I'll make some popcorn." Clarke smiled, walking to the kitchen.

bruh sorry for that uh depressing asf backstory

yeah this chapter is kinda important for a future chapter

uhhhmmm i really hope nobody has actually jumped out of a window trying to commit- UH SORRY FOR TRIGGERING YOU IF YOU HAVE YIKES

i just wrote this off of my amazing experience of- well UH YEAH

anyways

i hope you enjoyed this extremely depressing chapter :>

k bye, ghosts