| Chapter Song- Little Lion Man By Mumford and Sons |
"What's going on?" I ask, walking up to a large group of people.
"Orion, please, just stay there," Bellamy pleads and grips my arm, trying to pull me away. I push by him and drop to my knees.
"Oh my god," I whisper, staring at the body. Tears instatnly spring from my eyes and I start sobbing. "No, Wells! Wake up, Wells. Wake up!" I grip his bloodied shirt and drop my head on his chest crying. I start shaking him, begging for him to wake up, praying that this was all a dream. But it wasn't. I knew that. Wells was dead. My best friend was gone, and he was never coming back. From my perspective, it looked like he was just sleeping, and I wished desperately that was the case. I felt arms tug on my waist and I fought them harshly.
"No!" I scream, and start hitting the person. "No, Wells!"
"Shh," I hear him say, and he pulls me to his body. I latch onto him and cry into his neck.
"Wells," I whimpered, "he's-"
"I know, I know," Bellamy combs my hair and lets me cry. "Come on." I let him tug me wherever he wanted, not in the mood for putting up a fight. I wasn't in the mood for anything. My whole body felt numb, like I had lost all feeling. I stumbled a bit walking, my feet not wanting to cooperate with my brain, and my brain not wanting to cooperate with my heart.
We stopped walking and I looked up to see the dropship.
"Does Clarke know?" I asked, my voice monotone.
"I don't know," He answered truthfully. I simply nodded and looked down. He pulled me into the dropship, and made a pallet for me, using his jacket as a pillow. I nodded as a thanks and lied down.
He got up to leave, but I grabbed his hand. I squeezed my eyes shut before asking, "Will you stay? Just until I fall asleep?" I must have sounded like a small child, who was afraid of the dark.
Bellamy smiled softly and sat down next to me. I clutched onto his hand for dear life, as if he too might leave in a matter of seconds. He rearranged his position to where my head was in his lap, one hand running through my hair and playing with it, the other holding my own.
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I wish I could say I slept soundly that night. I didn't. I did however, wake up at the crack of dawn, not being able to sleep anymore. So I got up, without disturbing Bellamy somehow, and walked out to the fire. I was going to visit Wells' grave, but I couldn't bring myself to it. I sighed. I couldn't afford to be weak. It would get me killed, I knew that. So, I did what I always did when things went awry. I pushed my feelings in the back of my head, and I moved on.
"Hey," I said to Clarke softly.
"Hey," She replied and sat down next to me.
"Where's your wristband?" I ask.
"Wells, he- he let me hate him, so I wouldn't hate my mother. She got my father killed," She explained, small tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Clarke," I sighed, and brought her into a hug.
"It's fine. I'm fine," She told me.
"I'm glad," I smiled softly.
"Monty's trying to get in touch with the Ark through the wristbands."
"Good to know." By now, everyone was up and building the wall, and I could feel Bellamy's eyes on me.
"I should probably get back to helping him," Clarke told me, and I smiled.
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