Post by Bellamy Blake on Nov 6, 2016 5:15:08 GMT
Tag: forgiveness
IS HARD FOR US
Bellamy's worse nightmare had come true. Octavia had been discovered. Which meant, his mother was killed and Octavia arrested. He wasnt even allowed to see her. As if they hadn't set enough of a punishment. He didn't care about his dismissal from the guard, or decreased rations. He had lost his mother and sister in a matter of seconds . . . and it was all his fault. His own stupidity. His own recklessness. It had cost everyone and Bellamy didn't know what to do. He had tried to appeal to the council to let him switch places with her. To float him and let her live. But it was to no avail. While he wouldn't give up, he was at a loss of what to do. The realization of his life was what often plagued his thoughts as he fulfilled his janitorial duties.
He had a routine and such a routine brought him to this classroom, the first time he would be cleaning it since becoming a janitor. Then again, he had not been one for long. Terminated from the guards program, demoted to this job. It was nothing . . . compared to the loss of his family. Bellamy took a deep breath before pushing in his cart to the room. This room, belonged to an all too familiar professor. One that had taught Bellamy his Earth Skills class in the Guard program during the years of academics. And now, here he was, faced with his teacher . . . only in job of less . . . importance. He had quite liked Pike as a teacher. He respected the man and all the wisdom and knowledge he had to offer.
Right now though, he didn't know if his former teacher had heard what had happened. Rumors tended to spread in the Ark. And others remained oblivious to them. Either way, that familiarity made Bellamy feel rather uncomfortable. "Should I come back later?" He asked, his tone stoic, indifferent . . . emotionless. Trying to keep himself composed. Each movement like he was in a trance, in some horribell dream that he longed to wake up from. So all he could do now was ask Pike if he should come back at a later time to clean the room. The only conversation that his mind knew how to make right now. Clouded with grief, pain. Loss.
He had a routine and such a routine brought him to this classroom, the first time he would be cleaning it since becoming a janitor. Then again, he had not been one for long. Terminated from the guards program, demoted to this job. It was nothing . . . compared to the loss of his family. Bellamy took a deep breath before pushing in his cart to the room. This room, belonged to an all too familiar professor. One that had taught Bellamy his Earth Skills class in the Guard program during the years of academics. And now, here he was, faced with his teacher . . . only in job of less . . . importance. He had quite liked Pike as a teacher. He respected the man and all the wisdom and knowledge he had to offer.
Right now though, he didn't know if his former teacher had heard what had happened. Rumors tended to spread in the Ark. And others remained oblivious to them. Either way, that familiarity made Bellamy feel rather uncomfortable. "Should I come back later?" He asked, his tone stoic, indifferent . . . emotionless. Trying to keep himself composed. Each movement like he was in a trance, in some horribell dream that he longed to wake up from. So all he could do now was ask Pike if he should come back at a later time to clean the room. The only conversation that his mind knew how to make right now. Clouded with grief, pain. Loss.
