Ghost Story | Bellamy Blake [2]

1| Bright lights.

Be careful with who you trust. The Devil was once an Angel.
-Unknown.

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Her mind felt like a ghost town. Empty and filled with flashes of memories she would like to forget, but she couldn't. She felt like a ghost, wandering around in her own ghost town. She felt like she was telling herself ghost stories, stories of her past, stories of her friends, her dead friends. Maybe that made her think that she was telling ghost stories? She didn't know and she rather not.

She knew she was awake and alive, other wise she wouldn't have been thinking. Not like that, anyway. She heard a familiar voice from beside her but she kept her eyes shut.

Once she opened them, she had to face whatever she was going to face when she opened them. She hated the fact that she didn't know it, she hated the fact that she layed on something that was way too comfortable than she had layed on in weeks.

She let out a sigh, she had to open her eyes, wether she liked it or not. So that's what she did, she opened them."

"Fuck!" She yelled as soon as she did. Her head started to pound like crazy when she was blinded by the sharp light hanging above her. She closed her eyes shut, once again.

"Scarlett!" She heard, somewhere beside her. She groaned, swinging her right arm around until she felt the cold metal of the lamp. She pushed it away, succesfully. "Oh, sorry." The person murmered, sheepishly.

She opened her eyes, which adjusted slowly to the less sharper light. She sat up, carefully, and turned her head to the left.

"Bellamy." She breathed out, throwing her upper body against his.

"Scarlett." He said, relieve filling his voice.

"Bell, what happend?" She asked him, pushing her body back from Bellamy. She swung her leg over the side of the operation table that she was laying on, facing him. "I can't remember that operation tables were so comfortable." She muttered. Bellamy let out an airly laugh, glad that whatever she hit her head against, didn't change her, mentally.

"The explosion that Raven created with the Hydrazine of the dropship blew you against something, I'm guessing a tree. I also guess that you ran after me, because I heard you yelling my name. I turned around and you layed on the ground. So I rushed to you and you fell unconsious. God, I was so worried, Scarlett! Never ever do that again." Bellamy rambled.

"Oh, right... I remember." She told him, a frown forming on her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, studying her face.

"I... Where is Finn? Where are we? What happend after I fell unconsious?" She questioned, not really knowing anything. She knew she wasn't in the dropship nor anywhere else she actually knew.

"Calm down, love. One question at the time."

"Sorry. Okay, where is Finn?" She asked, remembering him running out of the dropship to fight a Grounder off that was beating up Bellamy. She studied his face, which was covered in stitched and cleaned up cuts, bruises and some dirt that still covered some places of his face. For the rest, it was as clean as it could get.

"Finn, he's is here. So is Raven." He answered, a grin forming on Scarlett her face when he mentioned Raven, too.

"H-How? I mean, I'm glad they are okay but Raven... She was in the dropship. And Finn, how did he survive?" She wondered.