I shouldn't be here

[smalldelinquent]

Only a few hours had passed since Wells's death and Murphy's banishment.. yet it seemed like it had been several days. She shouldn't have done that. Killing Wells because his dad haunted her dreams had been futile. His blood was on her hands. There was no point in arguing that she was just a child. Charlotte had already accepted the heavy weight on her shoulders-- guilt. She couldn't forget about what she had done. Having someone else get hurt because of her was the last thing she wanted. She needed to find a way to mend what she had done. Charlotte had almost fallen near the cliff earlier, in her attempts to do something to make amends, only to be caught seconds before the thought had fully registered in her head. That small step back, towards the cliff, had alerted the others on what her intentions had been right as the words had left her lips. 

And here she was, completely isolated on the upper deck of the drop ship under house arrest. Charlotte had her suspicions it would only be a matter of time before someone would come after her. She overheard the various talks going around camp as they brought back to the drop ship. The excuse of being a child was already chipping away at the morals of some of the hundred. It would only be a matter of time before someone threatened to hurt her for what she had done. Her eyebrows furrowed at the thought as she tucked herself closer to the wall, trying to stick to the shadows that were cast in the room. Considering the scene earlier at the cliff, Charlotte wanted to avoid being spotted at the given moment. The young delinquent was seated on the floor, her back pressed against the wall behind her with her legs drawn to her torso. 

With everyone's remarks coming to mind, Charlotte didn't want Bellamy to be hurt in the crossfire. Not when she had come to admire him. The thought of him being hurt because of her was a painful thought to imagine becoming a reality. With the way things were on the ground.. everything could change in a matter of seconds down here. Hopefully, she could find a way to make sure no one else got hurt because of her. The thought was one she couldn't bear to thinking about any longer. Lost in her thoughts, Charlotte had almost ignored the sound of the door opening nearby. It wasn't until she saw the shadow of a figure stepping close that she forced herself to look up and meet Bellamy's gaze. Ever since that impromptu meeting at the cliff with Clarke and Murphy, she hadn't seen him all day. "I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me.." She spoke up, her voice quiet and wracked with guilt. She shouldn't be here, not when it meant putting Bellamy in the line of danger. Ignoring her fear, she forced herself to ask the one question lingering on her mind for the last few hours. "What did everyone else say..? What did they decide to do?" Charlotte questioned, her eyes flickering away from Bellamy. Regardless of what happened, she'd put herself in the way if his safety was threatened. 

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: smalldelinquent

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Things had been chaotic. Bellamy forever wished that Clarke had kept her mouth shut. That the others would continue to believe that the Grounders had killed Wells. But things had just spiraled out of control. Murphy was accused, and then hung. Charlotte had confessed and then hunted. Murphy had threatened the situation and was now banished. And Charlotte . . . her fate had yet to be determined. Bellamy didn't want anything to happen to her.

He had become fond of the young girl, seeing a lot of his sister in her. In her isolation. In her struggle. He wanted to be there for her; wanted to protect her. And this situation, held no exception. If anything, it fueled his desire to do so. She had killed a man. But then, so had Bellamy. He had murdered the Chancellor, and she his son. Together, they had eliminated the Jaha family. And while this was a truth not disclosed to any of the delinquents, Bellamy knew what it was to kill someone. Charlotte was clearly afflicted by circumstances on the Ark.

She didn't deserve to die and Bellamy would make sure no one would lay a hand on her. Apparently, he and Clarke would be coming up with the rules and what he pushed for, was agreed upon. For her safety and the others, Charlotte would be kept under house arrest for the time being. They would take it from there. Wanting to be the one to tell her, and stay with her, he grabbed some food, blankets, and water. Putting it in a pack so that he could climb the ladder to go on the upper level of the dropship.

Once inside, Charlotte immediately stated that she didn't want to hurt anyone, before inquiring about what would happen to her. Bellamy closed the door, and made his way over to her, sitting down next to her. He was unafraid of her. Unlike some of the others who might be. "Hey," he said, looking intently at her so that she would see the sincerity in his gaze, as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "They won't." He had enough faith in her to say that with confidence. He wouldn't misguide her again.

"And no one is going to hurt you either." He was going to make damn sure of that. He took out the water pack and food and handed it to her, figuring she hadn't eaten anything all day. But he also knew that he couldn't ignore her next question. "For now, you're staying in here. It's for your own protection as well." Just in case any of Murphy's former goons decided to get wise and do something. "Let's just take it day by day," he told her with a slight smile . . . though he knew there was joviality lacking in the current situation.

[smalldelinquent]

Being kept in the upper portion of the drop ship wasn’t a guarantee she would be safe. Charlotte didn’t need to remember Murphy’s attempts at getting her hang to be assured of this. If everyone wanted to, there was no way they wouldn’t be able to accomplish the task. She had seen it before, done on Murphy. While the brunet was banished from camp, there was no way to guarantee there weren’t others with his mindset still here. After all, he did have a following when he hunted her down earlier. She didn’t get a chance to see all of their faces, unfortunately. Not that it would help when they outnumbered her.

With everything that Bellamy had done for her, she didn’t want him to put himself in the crossfire any longer. There was no telling when things would be blown out of proportion. And that could happen within the blink of an eye. It was with that thought.. that she couldn’t stand the thought of something occurring to Bellamy. He was someone a lot of people had come to admire in the group, someone who was deemed a leader. Having him protect her like this wasn’t helping him. She was only placing him under a more questionable light in the eyes of everyone. She couldn’t do that to him. Not after all the help he had given her before.

Charlotte’s gaze flickered between Bellamy and the pack in his possession, mulling over the question in her head. Was she being sent away? However, that hadn’t been her main concern. No, it was the harm she might do to everyone else-- specifically Bellamy. He was the one she didn’t want to harm, whether it was indirectly or directly. With Bellamy sitting beside her, it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore him, especially with intense stare along with the comforting hand on her shoulder. The temptation to cry was steadily beginning to rise. “I know but..” She paused, the words stuck in her throat. While the thought was considered, she kept quiet instead only offered a small nod acknowledging his words.

Ironically, that silence didn’t last long when the twelve year old heard his next words. Tears were threatening to spill as she tried her best to keep herself calm. “I don’t want you to get hurt... not because of me.” Charlotte spoke up, her voice wavering in volume as she took the food and water with unsteady hands. When it came down to what might happen, she wasn’t prepared to let Bellamy get hurt- not when she had an opportunity to change that. “You don’t have to do this..” Charlotte spoke up, turning her gaze over to him. After losing her parents, she couldn’t stand the thought of losing anyone else. Unsurprisingly, Bellamy’s words had been the push that was needed to make her spill her heart out. The food and water she was given was set aside as she tried to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"--I'm sorry." Charlotte apologized, her shoulders shaking lightly from the increase of tears. Despite everything, she was still just a child compared to everyone else in camp.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: smalldelinquent

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt his heart ache, seeing her like this. Hearing her say that she didn't want him to get hurt. He himself wasn't . . . used to this. To someone saying that they did not wish to see him hurt. He had done nothing to deserve the affections of Charlotte. He had failed to protect her, as much as he should have anyway. But he was determined to make up for that . . . if it was possible. He could no longer resist the urge to offer physical comfort, seeing the way her shoulders shook, the way her hands trembled. He moved to sit next to her, moving his arm so that it was wrapped around her as he drew her against him, holding her against his chest from this side angle.

"Don't be," he assured her in a soft voice. Perhaps the softest he'd used since coming down on the Ark. He knew how killing a person could change someone. He knew that first hand. "I told you that I wouldn't leave you, Charlotte," he stated, referencing the words he had said to her in the woods. As she pleaded with him to, and he so stubbornly refused. "And I meant it." Meaning, he would not leave her now either. Not then. Not now. Not ever. He continued to keep his arm wrapped around her, nestling her against him, hoping that it would provide at least some comfort to her. "We're gonna get through this, together." Further confirmation of the message he was giving her. "No matter what." He wasn't afraid of her hurting him, but he was terrified of failing her.