Y/n Murphy was the little sister to John Murphy. Well, technically they were twins, but she was a few minutes younger. She was the only person John cared about. No one else. Just her. Unlike her brother, Y/n was nicer, not an asshole. Though if you...
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Standing by herself in the woods at night, Y/n stood in front of a tree as she threw knives towards it, the blade getting into the bark of the large plant each time as she grunts in anger. The girl had tried to fall asleep in her tent after the flares, but she couldn't.
She hadn't been able to sleep since... that night.
When Charlotte ended her life by jumping off that cliff.
When her brother was banished by Bellamy from coming back to camp or even near camp ever again.
For all she knew, Murphy could be dead by now. But she had hope. She did. It was small, but it was there.
Those two, especially Charlotte, haunted the Murphy girl's dreams, the only image being of the little girl's figure as she jumped and fell down the cliff to her death. The sound of footsteps and a twig breaking from behind the girl snaps her out of her daydream.
Gripping the knife in her hand, Y/n spins around, throwing the knife towards whoever it was. She watches as the blade lands on another tree, which happened to be right beside Bellamy who jumped at the sight of a knife being thrown near him.
"Bellamy..." Y/n breathes out in a whisper. "I-- I'm sorry, I just thought--"
"It's okay. I know." Bellamy assures, walking towards her. "Have you seen Octavia? I've looked around camp a few times and Clarke's checking the dropship. I haven't seen her anywhere."
Y/n shakes her head. "No, sorry. I haven't."
Now the girl was concerned. Octavia was her best friend and was nowhere to be seen. Where could she have gone? The two walk back inside the camp walls, soon meeting Clarke where they go into the middle of the campsite.
"Hey, everybody, gather around and grab a weapon." Bellamy calls out, placing a bag full of weapons down on the ground. "My sister's been out there alone for twelve hours. Arm up. We're not coming back without her ."
After he said this, the three leaders all watched as many teenagers stepped forward, bending down and grabbing a weapon that Bellamy had placed down. Jasper was one of them. Just as he goes to lean down, Y/n stops him.
"Hey, Jasper, you don't have to do this." Y/n tells him. "You haven't left camp since we brought you back."
"Y/n, I need to do this." Jasper replies.
"We need all the people we can get." Bellamy intervenes as he nods at Jasper, who then walks off while the Blake boy looks to Y/n and Clarke. "We need a tracker. Finn. Get out here."
Seeing the older boy turning to her, Y/n bends down, grabbing a weapon as she puts her knife in her pocket, walking slightly away from him, feeling Bellamy's eyes trained on her back. Soon enough, they all start to leave only to stop when they look to the sky. Lights were shown above, almost looking like shooting stars.
