Bellarke One Shots Book 2

96) Before I Go

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By: iridescentprincess
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The person comes out of nowhere.

He knows that he shouldn't have taken the shortcut. He knows that that part of town isn't the safest, but he's had a long day at the bar, and he isn't thinking straight, so he decides to take the shorter route. All he wants is to go home and sleep.

Taking a left onto a deserted side street instead of walking forward into the main intersection, he walks through the small neighborhood, his jacket zipped up to the top to keep out the chilly air, and his hands stuffed in his pockets. He enters an alleyway, and the sun doesn't shine on him anymore. He shivers.

Then he hears footsteps behind him, and before he can even turn, a knife impales him in the side, and something hard hits him in the head, knocking him out.

When Bellamy wakes up, he's laying on the sidewalk. "Uhh," he groans. Something hurts, and when he looks down, there's still a knife sticking out of his abdomen. Blood seeps through his jacket, the color red making his gray jacket darken. "Fuck."

Taking the knife out will only cause him to bleed out more, but he's pretty sure the knife is lodged in his lung, and it's getting harder to breathe. He gasps, his body going into shock. His head throbs, but it doesn't compare to the sharp pain he feels near his stomach. The person must've stabbed him by putting his arm around him first. His eyes start to get a bit cloudy, and he exhales harshly through his mouth, trying to cope with the pain.

Bellamy takes his phone out of his pocket. Whatever he got stabbed for, it isn't because the person wanted his valuables. "Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"

"I just got stabbed by someone... I'm bleeding out. I need an ambulance."

"I am tracing your location through your phone. I have paramedics on the way to you right now. What is your name?"

He grunts in pain as he attempts to get up off the floor, his head rushing and the knife slipping in his body. Guess he's sticking to sitting in the meantime. "Bellamy Blake."

"Okay. Bellamy, I want you to stay on the phone with一"

He hangs up. He feels a little bad, but he has someone else he needs to talk to.

He dials the number one before pressing call. She's been his number one on his speed dial since practically forever.

"Hey, Bellamy. I was just going to call you to tell you something, but I'm just going to assume that you need to tell me something, so. What's up?"

Just hearing her voice makes him feel a thousand times better, washing over him like water. "I wanted to tell you something, but you can tell me what you want first. What is it?"

Clarke doesn't respond for a moment. "You sound weird, Bell. Is something wrong?"

He clears his throat, trying to sound natural. "Nah. I just came from work. Tiring day. Now what did you want to say?"

"Raven and I just had a late lunch at the best cafe in the world. It's called The Dropship. They have the most amazing food, and I honestly wish I could have their coffee with every meal for the rest of my life. We should go there another time! Maybe next Sunday?"

Bellamy smiles despite the pain. "Yeah, Clarke, definitely." If he lives through this, he'll go for sure.

He can imagine her smiling, wherever she is. She's probably home right now, sifting through Netflix for another good show, heating up leftover food. He wants to ask her what she's doing. He wants to keep this one last image of her. "So, what were you calling me for?" Clarke asks, breaking through his reverie.