My eyes snapped open when I felt my body rock back and forth. I sighed and rubbed my face as I looked around and shifted my body as I felt uncomfortable with the two men sitting beside me in the tight space filled with people.
"Morning sunshine," my attention shifted to my left when a boy around my age whispered towards me. I processed his words for a second before I replied.
"Uh...morning," I mumbled but felt embarrassment rush over me. I mentally cursed myself and looked away in disappointment because of my wonderful social skills. My face started to heat up as I heard the guy chuckle under his breath. It was silent for a few seconds before I felt like I should talk to the guy more.
"So...what's your name?" I whispered as I glanced back at him and caught myself admiring his face for a moment.
"Murphy," he replied simply, I turned my head and gave him a curious look.
"That sounds like a last name," I commented then realized how nosy I sounded. "I'm Yn by the way..."
His eyes looked over towards me for the first time causing us to make eye contact, he glanced between my eyes and I glanced away. "It is," he mumbled under his breath as he looked away as well.
I nodded my head a little as I bit my bottom lip wondering where I go from here.
Before I could dwell longer on my crappy communication skills I felt the ship shake as the announcement went off that we were approaching earth. I sat up a little as I mentally prepared myself for the impact. A familiar voice broke me out of my concentration a few seconds later.
"You look like you're about to sh*t your pants," Murphy said, giving me a once over as he smirked a little.
I looked back at him and gave him a 'really' face.
"Well you don't look any better," I mumbled with a small smile on my face.
Murphy's eyebrow quirked, "you saying I look bad, sweetheart?"
My eyes went wide and I looked back at him, "no- I'm just...n-nevermind," I said as I felt myself start to get hot again.
He hummed a little and crossed his arms, looking at me in amusement, I pursed my lips and pretended to ignore him.
yeah idk where to go from here lmao....SEND ME REQUESTS PLS IM BEGGING I NEED INSPO
Greetings all. I am but a weary traveler in search of a fic I can not remember either name or author. I am in need of great help.
This author wrote reader inserts. I believe one was for The 100 so I will tag them. The definitely wrote a whole Twilight reader insert series that they completed. And the crème de la crème.
Friends when I last really came onto tumblr like a ravenous heathen, this amazing author was writing a beautiful Percy Jackson reader insert. Series long type.
Also! If it helps, this author also created like these cool extras for both the Twilight fic and was doing preorders months ago for the Percy Jackson fic. Like stickers, enamel pins, stuff like that.
Friends please. I beg of you. Help me. I’ve been searching for like an hour already. I’m in emotional distress over not being able to find this.
(A/N): This is based on a dream I had! I realized while writing this that it isn’t inclusive to plus sized persons, so I wanted to apologize! I will be sure to write something more plus size friendly in the future.
Warnings: Jaha is a jerk?
Word Count: 718
Pairing: John Murphy x Reader
Summary: On the path to the City of Light, the sun becomes unbearable.
(Gif/Pic isn’t mine!!)
You’d been walking for days. Hours? Time in the desert didn't make sense. It was too hot and too bright -- there was nothing in every direction but sand. Sand sucked. A lot.
Following Murphy was a no brainer. As crazy as he was, you knew you’d follow him anywhere. Even if he was determined to follow Jaha out to the middle of this godforsaken desert, you’d follow him.
Oh, but it was so hot. The water ran out yesterday, and your tongue was heavy as stones. John walked ahead of you, eyes on Jaha. He needed something to believe in, and right now it was the man with the stick.
Your vision swam, drenched in sweat, and all at once you were going down. Your knees hit the sand -- there was so much sand -- and for a moment you were at rest. Maybe you could just rest here for a bit. You could catch up, right? Or maybe you could just wait here, they would come back for you.
Of course they wouldn’t leave you. No sooner had you fallen to your knees, your pack falling from your shoulder, and Murphy was at your side.
“(Y/n)? Love, can you hear me?” And you could, but he sounded so far away. Still, he needed to know you heard him. Nodding, your body slumped against his. He caught you, and he was firm against your side. John held you, and that security roused you from the pool of unconsciousness you were drowning in.
“‘s too hot” You insisted, a dry and heavy tongue causing your words to slur and twist.
“I know,” He barks out a laugh, though there wasn’t much humor there. “It's a desert.”
“‘r we almos’ there yet?”
“I don’t know (Y/n)... Jaha,” Now he was speaking to your fearless leader.
Cracking your eyes open was difficult enough, in the minute or so they were closed they’d been glued shut by sand. One day, Murphy and you were going to live in a place where there's no sand. At all, it’ll be illegal.
The sun was intense and abrasive, but you made out that your remaining companions were huddled around you. Jaha, the man best imitating the biblical figure Moses, was already on the next dune, looking at the group expectantly.
“We need a break.” It wasn’t a question or request. All of you had been walking for hours, you’d just been the unlucky one to fall first.
“Nonsense, it isn’t dark yet” As if you weren’t curled into your boyfriend's side, miserable and useless. You knew that once you were hydrated and of your right mind, he’d tease you for this. His damsel in distress.
“Dumbass, we can’t get to your City of Light if we’re all dead!” You weren’t surprised with how pragmatic he was being. You really did feel like death, though he didn’t need to know that.
Mustering what little strength you had, you sat up. “I-I’m fine. I can make it” You were trying to sound convincing... Maybe if you pretend you werent slurring your words or seeing double, everyone else would believe you were fine.
Jaha took this as fact and nodded. “See, they’re fine. Come, we have more ground to cover.” With that, he disappeared over the dune.
Murphy spat curses as the others walked past him and towards the dune. He might also be determined to press on, but you were clearly in no position. And your well being trumped his desires.
“Go, you needa go with Jaha” You pressed, attempting to push him away.
“Shut up” He mumbled, before scooping you up. He held you bridal style, taking a moment to adjust and shift you in his arms, before pressing on.
“There’s no way I’d ever even think of leaving you, don’t fucking forget that.” His words are steel, his intent ironclad. His eyes are on the horizon, and all you can do is stare at him. After a moment, he kisses your forehead.
Safe and secure in your lovers arms, you knew you would be okay. Murphy would always be there, and so would you. Even after all this time, you still weren’t used to having a partner you could rely on like this. It was nice, and you let yourself drift off into unconsciousness.
Plot: Requested by anon: You get bullied for your weight when you’re sent down with the 100 to the ground and it’s John Murphy who steps in to defend you.
Characters: John Murphy x Plus Size Female Identifying Reader
Part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!
Earth was everything you expected and more. It was so vibrant and freeing; so noisy and aromatic in the best way possible. You still couldn’t quite believe that you were all surviving thus far. Sure, you landed the previous day and had only been on Earth for twenty four hours but it was amazing. Falling asleep to the sounds of the wind was something you never expected before.
The camp buzzed around you, people falling into place with jobs easily. You had taken to cooking and preparing meals; it was hard considering there hadn’t been a lot of animals caught for meat but there was plenty of rice, beans and herbs to go around. Clarke Griffin had asked if you wanted to help hunt but you turned it down thinking it best if you stayed away from that sort of thing. You didn’t really know how and to be honest, you didn’t really want to learn.
You’d been gutting one of the fish that were caught when you heard someone mutter from behind you, “No wonder she wanted to cook, she’s eating all our rations.” You froze, completely stiffening up.
The other boy scoffed, “Yeah, by sending her down, the Ark is probably three tonnes lighter than it was.”
Tears burned at your eyes as you listened to them blatantly talk about you right behind your back, comparing you to animals and sea creatures, saying that you would make the Ark lighter by leaving, that you wanted to work with the food so that you could eat it all and they were just being completely horrible, disgusting and immature boys.
You hadn’t realised that you weren’t the only one who heard the two. John Murphy, who had been tipping the fish out the buckets onto your table, heard them too. He heard the vile comments they were making about you and it made his blood run hot. Now, you and Murphy were by no means close, you wouldn’t even say you were friends anymore. You had been friends long ago. Growing up next to each other and being neighbours practically forced the two of you to be friends. When you hit around fourteen, you drifted as Murphy slotted into a different crowd than you did. You’d had a massive crush on Murphy growing up until he had made friends with some idiots and made a comment about your weight when you were fourteen. Murphy had regretted it ever since. It was a comment made to impress two jerks who he learned to hate pretty soon afterwards but you never spoke to him again. You never acknowledged him.
You’d always been relatively heavy and on the plus size side of the scale. It wasn’t the end of the world that you had extra weight but to some people, it was the thing they’d use to taunt you. They’d mock you, call you names and that’s what John Murphy did that one time which ruined your friendship. People would make fun of your weight because it was easy to notice and realise ‘oh hey, she’s fat let’s bully her’. It wasn’t clever or funny and the insults they taunted you with were never very creative but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt; especially when it’s your best childhood friend pulling the figurative trigger.
You sniffed as you silently let the tears fall. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they’d upset you so you stayed with your back turned, gutting the fish through blurry eyes. Murphy glanced over at you, rage coursing through his veins as he saw that you were upset and he had had enough.
With a yell of ‘that’s enough!’, he slammed the bucket down, fish spilling onto the grass. You jumped, turning to see Murphy with his fists clenched by his sides. Of all of the people to step in and defend you, you truly had not been expecting it to be John Murphy. He towered over the two boys who just raised their eyebrows and held up their hands, “You sticking up for her, Murphy?” One mocked, “Never knew you were a sucker for whales-”
Murphy didn’t want to listen to that whiny, arrogant little bastard anymore and instead, he punched him on the nose. The boy yelled out, falling to the floor, causing a few people to rush over, “That’s what you deserve!” Murphy hissed, “You’re disgusting saying that about one of the only people here that deserve anything good.” You watched in shock as blood gushed from the boy’s nose. He stared at Murphy with wide, terrified eyes.
“Back off, Murphy!” The other said, holding his hands up.
“Apologise.” Murphy’s voice was a growl but the intimidation it caused was wild.
“We’re sorry!”
“Not to me, to (y/n)!”
The boys looked at you, “We’re sorry! We didn’t mean it!”
“Now, scram!” Murphy sneered as the boys scuttled away. A large crowd had formed around you all and Murphy rolled his eyes, “Nothing to see folks, move along!”
All you could do was stare at Murphy as he forced the bystanders to move away and leave you all alone. He turned to you, sniffing and wiping his face, before looking at you. Neither of you spoke as you maintained eye contact for a few seconds longer than you should have. Quickly, you turned away, too flustered to say anything. Murphy began to gather the fish back into the bucket. Why had Murphy stepped in? Murphy had been saying the same stuff nearly four years ago so... why was he putting his foot down now?
Curiosity got the better of you because you knew that Murphy wouldn’t say anything now so you had to ask, “Why?” You asked him, turning to him, “Why would you stand up for me when you said all that stuff when we were fourteen?”
Murphy knew the question was coming but he was still nervous when you eventually did ask it. He didn’t reply for a minute, he could feel you eyes burning a hole into the side of his head. You pressed him again, “John?”
He scoffed out a laugh, “No one calls me John.”
“I always have.”
“You’re the only one.”
“Why did you defend me when you said all that stuff to me years ago?” You asked again.
Murphy sighed, “You know I didn’t mean that stuff. I still feel bad about it.” Your eyebrows furrowed and he continued to explain, “I didn’t mean it. I was a stupid kid, c’mon, you know how stupid I was back then-” it was true, he was a pretty stupid kid growing up for he always managed to get into trouble, “-I thought that in order to make friends, I had to be cool and edgy and be like them. Turns out I was just being a jerk.”
You appreciated his honesty and that he knew he had done you wrong, “Thank you.”
“Every day since, I’ve felt bad about it. I carry this guilt with me and I know I act tough but I do hate myself for what I did to you. You were my best friend and I ruined it. I’m sorry.”
You looked down at the table, “It hurt, you know. I was fourteen and was going through a lot of changes and weight fluctuations and you knew how insecure I was about my weight; how insecure I’ve always been and yet you bullied me because of it. I remember exactly what you said and how you said it. You weren’t John anymore that day, that’s when you became Murphy.”
Murphy was taken back by the brutality of your words. He puffed out a breath but didn’t speak. You asked once more why he stepped in to stand up for you, “You don’t deserve any of that bullshit. You’re one the kindest people I’ve met. You’re beautiful and they were talking about you like shit.”
You shook your head, “I’m not beautiful. Look at me, I’m hideous. I’m fat.”
“What’s wrong with being fat?” Murphy asked you, “Being skinny, fat, average or whatever doesn’t determine a person’s beauty or a person’s worth. You could be skinny and be the shittiest person ever; you’d be ugly then. You could have red skin and spiders for eyes and have your personality and I’d still consider you beautiful.”
You rolled your eyes, “John-”
“No, I’m being serious, (y/n),” he said, “Who care what you’re body looks like? Those two were complete dicks and I’ll make sure they pay for upsetting you. Don’t give me that bullshit of ‘I can’t be beautiful because I’m fat’. You can be fat and beautiful; you can be plus size and beautiful. You don’t have to be just one, you can be both. Stop letting their opinions matter to you. I treated you like shit before, I’m a dick for doing that and trust me, I know, but please don’t let them affect you anymore. It’s your body, not theirs.”
“Be both beautiful and fat?” You asked him, “I don’t feel beautiful. I never have.”
Murphy sighed, “You remember when we snuck out of that English exam when we were twelve?”
“And we went to find the best view of Earth,” you nodded, “I remember.” It was one of your favourite memories actually.
“You were looking at Earth saying how beautiful it was. Your smile...” Murphy smiled slightly, “That’s the first time I really realised you were beautiful.” Your face softened as he spoke, “That’s when I realised I liked you.”
“Liked me?”
Murphy breathed a laugh, “Seems like a lifetime ago... Yeah... I thought you knew I had this massive crush on you and then I went and ruined everything. Hell, I still think I like you.” Your cheeks burned as he said that, he still liked you? After all this time?
“If it makes you feel any better, I had a massive crush on you too.”
“Actually, that makes me feel worse.” You laughed slightly at his statement and he cracked a smile. You found yourself smiling at him, enjoying a moment together. It was nice. It felt like you were kids again, running around the Ark playing games and looking for meteors. You missed it; you missed him. Yeah, he had hurt you badly but you could see the regret in his eyes, you saw the honesty he had when he was telling you that you were beautiful. You knew that he was sorry and he truly didn’t mean it.
“I forgive you,” you said after a pregnant pause, “for saying that stuff.” Murphy nodded, unsure of what to say, “So please, stop carrying that about with you. You’re different now. You stood up for me and defended me, that says a lot.”
Murphy nodded again, giving you a small smile, “You can be both, remember. You don’t have to just be one. You can be a lot of things. You have to remember that your beauty and self worth isn’t just about what’s on the outside.”
You thanked him before falling into silence. It was a few minutes later when you said, “If you’re not busy, I could use help with these fish...”
Murphy smiled but quickly hid it, “Yeah, yeah, absolutely. I’ll help you.” He grabbed his knife from his pocket and began to help you. You glanced at him as you worked beside each other in silence.
Synopsis: Continuation on Silence of the Storm (Part 1)
Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood
A/N: OMG this is probably the best thing I’ve written yet. Due to Silence of the Storm being my most popular imagine, I’ve decided to make a continuation of it! If you’d like to see more parts in the future, please leave a request for it, reblog this post, like, comment, pretty much whatever to let me know!
Song to listen to: WILD by Troye Sivan
Y/N stares into the fire, a cold expression on her face. Around her, everyone was cheering and having a good time, but she didn’t feel up to the celebration. Her wounds were still healing, fading into scars slowly, but she wasn’t sure if the wound on her heart would ever heal.
“Y/N…” A voice trails off from besides her, and she looks over at Raven who sits next to her, offering her a cup of Monty’s moonshine, “You haven’t talked in a week. What’s going on?”
Y/N takes the cup and stares into its’ contents, her eyes puffy from crying and her throat raw, but she didn’t have it in her anymore to continue, “After all we’ve been through, after getting to the ground and having to fight for our lives, he decides now that he doesn’t love me.”
Raven’s lips purse slightly, and immediately knows what Y/N is talking about. More so, who she’s talking about. It was no secret about Bellamy and hers relationship, but it was also no secret that something happened within the past week, as the two people seem to barely be able to look at each other.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m in the same boat with Finn,” Raven offers, extending her leg out in front of her and taking a drink of moonshine, allowing her brows to furrow in a feeling of emptiness.
“When does it stop?” Y/N asks, her fingers still gripping onto the full cup in her hands, “The pain? I never thought I’d be the type of person to break after being broken up with, and yet, here I am.” Y/N laughs slightly at the end, but there’s no humor in it. Just disbelief.
“You’re not broken, Y/N,” Raven says, a bit harshly, though that wasn’t the intention, “You’re hurting. It’s different. Besides, Bellamy is the idiot that lost something great with you. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
Y/N simply shakes her head at her friend, her stone-faced facade cracking as she sniffles slightly. “I wish I could believe you,” is all she says before throwing her head back and downing the moonshine quickly, setting the cup to the side and getting up to go back to her tent.
Raven watches after her friend with concern lacing her expression, looking down at the now empty cup on the ground. She looks across the ground to see Bellamy in a similar position as Y/N was, but near the fence. Raven sighs as she downs the rest of her drink before making her way over to him as well. Might as well try to fix something…
Raven sits down besides Bellamy’s hunched figure, and before she even opens her mouth to speak, he beats her to it.
“Look at her,” He whispers, watching Y/N’s figure walk into her tent, “She was so happy, and I destroyed her. She’s always on the verge of tears, and I haven’t seen her smile since the day I broke up with her.”
Bellamy’s expression was enough to make Raven’s heart crack a bit, and as much as she couldn’t stand the guy for what he did to her friend, she realizes he still isn’t over her either.
Bellamy looks from where Y/N was to Raven, his own eyes glassed over slightly, “Tell her I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for hurting her.”
Raven nods at his words a bit, moving her gaze from his to the celebration that was going on. “I will,” she starts, “But for the record? You didn’t destroy her. You’re not that powerful. She cried over you. She cried over you for days, and still is. But she’ll get out of it.”
“I know,” is all Bellamy says, so caught up in his own thoughts he doesn’t see the glare Raven sends towards him. Not until she speaks with such venom lacing her voice it makes him wince.
“Then why didn’t you reach out to her? Why didn’t you give her the closure that she needs?”
“Because I’m hurting too!” Bellamy shouts, his emotions finally getting the best of him for a moment, but he quiets down as he sees the looks from the other campers, “Because I’m afraid that if I see her crying in front of me, I’ll apologize and beg for her back! But I can’t do that,” his gaze drops and he runs his hands over his face,
“I can’t hurt her anymore than I already have.”
*
Y/N rushes into the dropship as people flee towards it, blood dripping from numerous areas of their bodies.
“Clarke, what’s going on?” She asks as she sees the blonde in a hammock, but gasps as Clarke turns around to face her and her eyes drip with blood.
“Y/N, you can’t be in here,” Clarke says breathily, like it takes all of her energy, “You’ll get sick too. We have a plan, just stay in your tent until this is over with.”
Y/N’s eyes are wide, but she nods at Clarke’s words. She goes to run out of the dropship, but the moment she turns around, someone carries in another body. Bellamy’s body. Her heart cracks in her chest, but she realizes now is not the time for her feelings to get in the way.
“Set him over here,” Y/N says, gesturing to an empty makeshift mattress, and Bellamy gets set down rather roughly, too rough for Y/N’s liking. She gets a wet rag from the corner tub and rushes back over to Bellamy, dropping to her knees besides him and running the rag across his forehead, wiping away the blood. Her attempt is futile though, because immediately Bellamy turns to his side and starts to choke on his own blood, retching it out of his system.
“It’s okay, Bellamy, you’re going to be okay,” Y/N shushes, brushing his hair back from his face no matter how much she just wants to get up and run away.
“Y/N, don’t touch me, you can’t be here,” Bellamy pants as Y/N flips him back onto his back once he’s done, his eyes barely able to stay open, “You’re going to get sick.”
“Funny, Clarke said the same thing,” Y/N states in an attempt to lighten the mood, but she can’t quite bring that attempt to her face, “If you’re just now getting sick after all of these people, and I don’t feel a thing, I think I’m in the clear.”
Y/N re-dampens the rag and goes to run it over his forehead again to bring down the fever, but his hand reaches out to grasp her wrist, his eyes wildly searching for hers.
“Stay with me, please.”
His voice breaks as he speaks, and Y/N can’t help the wince that crosses her face. Every instinct in her body is telling her to snatch her wrist away, to yell and cry at him, to run out of the dropship and never return. She can’t bring herself to do it.
“Okay,” Her voice cracks, but she does her best to send the smallest smile towards him. His head falls back in what seems like relief, and his eyes close. As he slips out of consciousness before her, his hand finds its way to hers and latches onto it, almost terrified that she’s going to get up and leave. Scared that she’s going to do what he did.
Y/N swallows the lump in her throat and gazes down at Bellamy, her bottom lip trembling. “It’s okay,” she repeats, brushing her hand through his hair, “You’re still my person, even if I’m not yours.”
anonymous requested: Hey there! Can I ask for a Finn Collins (The 100) imagine, please? Something (it can be an au) with the song Last Dance by One Ok Rock. Thank you so much!
author note: ah anon thanks so much for being my first request! i loved writing this and i hope you like it! - K
word count: 707
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It started out as any other story
Then the words began to fade away.
Oh, your smile used to make me smile
But lately I don't feel that way.
Y/n saw the way that Finn talked with Raven, and she knew that he wasn't over her. His smile grew when he spotted her in the crowd, and Y/n noticed more and more often that Finn would choose the brown haired girl over her most days.
"Y/n, are you okay?"
She jumped as Clarke came up from behind her. The two had come quite close, especially ever since Raven came down from the Ark.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Try to remember what brought us together
And to forget what's driven us apart.
You know we can't wait here forever
Just making time, and going nowhere.
Finn began to notice how distant Y/n was becoming as days passed. He didn't know what to expect when he confronted her, but it definitely wasn't what she responded with.
"You're always with her, Finn! Do you even want to be with me? Do you even love me?" The words left Y/n's before she could even register them, and they left Finn standing with his mouth open.
"I don't love you? What are you even saying, Y/n?" Finn paused, but he knew that he had to ask, "Do you love me?"
Y/n looked down, of course she loved Finn, right? "I-I don't know anymore, Finn."
Is this our last dance?
Can we take another chance
To be alone together still?
Y/n left Finn's tent, not waiting for a response from the boy she grew up with. They boy who's heart she just broke.
Finn didn't know what to think about Y/n, because how did she not love him? When did she stop loving him? He never stopped loving her.
Are we wasting time
Chasing dreams not yours or mine?
Care for you, I always will.
She could feel him watching her. Y/n and Finn hasn't spoken in days, and it affected the whole camp. Clarke knew something was up with her friends, and Raven even felt bad for taking up all of Finn's time.
"Y/n, please-" Finn was cut off.
"Finn, just leave. I'm sorry." Y/n couldn't handle the guilt that overcame her when she told Finn what she felt, so she had been pushing him away.
We can try to keep the love from fading.
'Cause all we have are reasons to be gone.
Remember when you used to make me smile?
But lately I don't feel the same.
Her tears blurred her vision as she left camp. Y/n couldn't stand what had happened between her and Finn, so she just left.
The sun had set, and while everyone else was heading to their tents, Y/n had her makeshift bag packed full of her things. The only light that lead her was the soft glow of the moon and the few glowing butterflies that she crossed paths with every now and then.
Look up and I see your face.
I can see you looking back at me.
Every time I think it's getting better.
Just making time, and going nowhere.
When Y/n had heard the scream, she knew that she had to go back. She followed the noise, and it lead her to where the Ark had landed. But it was surrounded by grounders.
And in the middle of it all, was him.
The boy she had tried so hard to forget was right there. Finn was tied up, and she watched him as he looked up and locked eyes with her. Her name left his mouth before he could stop himself.
"Y/n."
Then Y/n watched as Clarke approached him, a knife in hand. She watched as Clarke, one of her closest friends, stabbed Finn in the stomach, then walked away.
That was the last time she saw anyone from space. Y/n fled after that, leaving towards the ocean, trying to get as far away from them as she could.
Baby, I got me,
Baby, I got me,
And that's all I need,
Yeah, that's all I need!
Baby, I got me,
Only friend I need
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You woke with the start. Everything was in a blur, while your head was killing you. You would blame such emotions on drinking, as the familiar feeling of nausea was building up in your body, but you knew too well, that you didn’t drink for a long time. Suppressing such feeling, you took a look around, while your head was going groggy at such action.
The room you were in was dark and cold. The kind of cold that crawled into your bones, making them cringle and leaving uncomfortable feeling of wetness to feel. The room was dark and looked as if it was made out of tree’s roots. Too old and dirty to feel comfortable in. Slowly, trying to not make a sound any more than you already did, you were taking in the smallest, most hidden parts of the room you were in.
You were feeling woozy from the blow on your head, which made your turning a bit too slow and dazed. You tried your best to not throw up at each wave of nausea that washed over you. You tried to move your hands only to not be able to do so. Slowly you looked down and saw your own hands and red wrists, that had been tied down to a hook, placed into the floor. You tried to move your hands once more, before the sudden pain shoot through your hurt wrists. You hissed and tried to move hands once again: it was never your desire to end up in such place: dirty, hurt and alone.
“I wouldn’t hurt yourself any more if I were you.” You heard a voice, which you assumed to be woman’s, as you can’t see its owner properly, due to the darkness and voice coming from the blind spot behind you.
You stiffened and braced yourself up for the upcoming inevitable pain. The slight accent posed her as a grounder. And you knew well enough that no grounder likes people from the sky or Skaikru as they called all of you.
“Each time you move your wrists injuries got deeper into your body, making your pain unbearable, which is fine by me, but I must confess that I am not the one in charge now.” She said, walking towards you so you finally could see her face. Not much older than you, she looked as if she was a warrior for at least half of her life. Her face was scattered and he eyes were trained on your shifting figure, noticing every small act you did. Her voice is harsh and deep as if she had been coughing for a long time before talking to you.
You huffed and looked away, trying to calculate the damage that has already been done and the damage that is about to come. Calculations were not in your favor. Not at all. You were smart after all. And you didn’t think you would be able to endure the torture for long, if you could endure them at all. You were not Murphy, who suffered but stayed silent till he could no longer keep it that way. The thought of Murphy made you take a deep breath in and slowly breathe out. You knew him well enough to still be in shock at his actions. You shook your head, focusing on more important things: grounder before you, who was eyes you suspiciously.
You didn’t know what was coming, nor were you sure that you were ready for what was about to come. The only thing you were certain in was that you were your own friend now and whether you like it or not – you have to make it through this. You can’t let yourself down.
“You have no idea what unbearable pain is.” Gritting your teeth you looked up straight into woman’s eyes, spitting on the floor. Talking was not on your to-do list for today.
The camp was quiet. It’s been a few days since Murphy came back alone, with no trace of ____.
No questions were asked as people just bought his explanation about her falling off the cliff and him being unable to save her. He even had a trembling lip while talking about the encounter as if it really happened. But the key word was “IF”. And this “IF” was slowly destroying young boy, who came to realization about possible outcomes of his actions.
Murphy was lost. He was walking around the camp, to only see your figure everywhere. Could that be his conscience?
He still couldn’t really tell how exactly everything happened. He was in a blinding rage after his best friend’s death and just wanted someone else to put this blame on. He knew that what he did was wrong, but being stubborn mess he was, he didn’t back down even for a second, knowing well enough – once he shows weakness or uncertainty of his words, he will be forced to talk and spit out the truth he tried so hard to avoid.
He would never tell anyone even under pressure, that only about an hour later he came back: regretful and ready to apologize. To only found cold ground and the ring you’ve been wearing the whole time on the said ground. There were no trace of fighting, but the small droplets of blood made his breath uneven. He examined the small place up and down, trying to understand what happened to you, but there was no use. You were already gone, while Murphy just had to put on his mask of uncaring bastard and get back to the living his life the way he did before he left you to your death.
You spit the blood on the floor, and looked up at the woman before you. She kept asking questions you didn’t really hear anymore: where were you from, why did you end up on her lands and such questions. You were not even sure if you heard half of the questions right and didn’t imagine them from the blood loss.
“I hate to break it to you. But if I were you I would already consider the possibility of you taking the wrong person to ask all those questions.” You just finished your reply when her fist connected with your cheekbone, leaving bloody and scratched skin afterwards.
“You tell me what I want to know, whether you like it or not, Skaikru girl.” She swung her weapon once more and you tensed, waiting for another punch that was on its way, when calloused man’s hand stopped her weapon before you had been hurt more.
“I believe I told you to ask your questions nicely, didn’t I?” Man, that came into view was not young, nor was he old. Maybe he was in his thirties, you were not sure with all his facial hair and dirt on his face. “She is our guest, not a prisoner.” He smiled at you, slowly approaching you broken body with his hands up in the air, showing no armor or weapons with him. Carefully he unlocked your hands and just as careful – your ankles and gave you his hand for support. “I am deeply sorry for the actions of my people.”
