Meme for Clarke

[Monty Green]

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Clarke Griffin

[Clarke Griffin]

37 My muse confesses to being a drug addict.

Being on the ground had been different from what Clarke imaginend. She had been looking for an escape when she left the group a while back, after Mount Weather. What happened after spiraled out of control in so many ways. Clarke harboured many secrets. The biggest one stemmed from an injury and condition she had carefully hidden away so nobody could see, so nobody could know how deep her pain ran, how hard she struggled with even just breathing. When she left after Mount Weather, she had stayed away all winder. Clarke had never experiennced winter before. She had not been on the ground long enough. The first nights were the hardest ones, as the snow fell. She paid a price for it. Ever since that winter she was in pain. 

But there was one thing, one plant that dulled it, not only to managable portions but so much she didn't feel it. In her mind as long as she took them, she was clear, sure a bit more prone to rash and hot-headed decisions, but so far, they were decisions she could stand behind, mistakes or not. From the position she had, they were the only logical ones. She couldn't regret that.

She only regretted now being stuck in Arkadia, freshly out of the herbal drug she had been using. She knew people were looking for her. With praimfaya coming, they needed her to be around. They needed her to be able to think. Instead she sat on her bed, a blanket around her shoulders, shaking. She was in withdrawl, but she had to stop it. She had to get her drug or she would be useless. In pain she could not think. All she could think was that the pain was getting worse and worse. 

Clarke went out just to see someone, her face stoic as she asked someone to bring Monty, as it was urgent. When he came, she was hidden deeper under the blanket, but stared at himas he came in. "I need your help. I need painkillers. Special ones. I have been taking them for a while and...I need them. I'm having...withdrawls and...the pain is back. I can't deal with the pain. Please, I need your help!"

Monty Green

[Monty Green]

When Monty received word that Clarke needed to see him, initially he'd pushed the news aside and made a mental note that he'd track his friend down later that day to see what she wanted with him- until the messenger had grabbed his arm and told her that it was urgent and something about how they spoke to him told him that he couldn't just ignore it. So he'd dropped everything and set off in search of Clarke, he couldn't ignore the uneasy feeling that stirred in the pit of his stomach as he walked towards her room. Why hadn't she come to find him herself? What was so urgent? He'd find out soon, but he couldn't ignore that something just didn't feel right. Approaching her door, he knocked once before slowly entering the room. "Clarke?" he called out softly, her name barely leaving his mouth before his gaze landed on the pile of blankets on the bed.

His friend was barely visible beneath the mountain of blankets that cocooned her, the blankets were drawn right up to her chin- however, her face was clearly visible once he noticed her there. The room was warm and yet, he could clearly see that she was shaking almost as if she was shivering. "Clarke?" he repeated, brow furrowing in confusion as he began to walk towards the bed and towards her and that's when she started talking. As she explained, it all became painfully obvious. He'd seen symptoms like this before, addiction was fairly common on the ark for those without the means to live comfortable lives of privilege- for those that looked to alcohol or drugs to numb themselves. How had he not seen how she was struggling? "Special painkillers?" he asked her, almost feeling numb himself as he spoke to her- the words not really feeling like they were his own. "What kind of painkillers? What are they? What's in them? Where are you getting them?" he questioned her as he came to perch on the edge of her bed.

He studied her with concern, noting the sheen of sweat on her forehead and the desperate look in her eyes "Why do you need my help?" Monty wasn't going to pretend that he'd never made use of recreational drugs, it was practically the reason he and Jasper had been locked up- that alongside his homemade moonshine, it was obvious that he wasn't opposed to a little experimentation and using different substances to withdraw from reality for a while- but Clarke was displaying symptoms of dependency... Addiction. "I can't help you fuel your addiction Clarke, it's not healthy- Do you even know what you're taking? What the long term effects could be?" her actions were concerning, Clarke was usually so level-headed, she didn't do stuff like this "what about going to your mum? See if she can help?" her mum was a doctor, surely there were other, safer ways of managing whatever pain she had "we can help you... Just not like this"

Clarke Griffin