The pain was almost unbearable, But Megan didn't scream. She heard the
voices around her, trying to bring her back to life, and she didn't want
to stall them.
She wanted the pain to go away. One way or another.
Besides, what was the point of screaming? Would it make the pain go away? No.
She felt something touching her unharmed shoulder, and then her hair, and cheek.
“Please wake up…” was that Clark's voice?
Megan felt so happy and calm suddenly, clark's voice made her feel so
safe, she tried to move but the pain was too hard, it made it
impossible, so she just smiled
“YOU'RE AWAKE!” Clark yelled, her voice sound so happy, Megan can't even
remember when was the last time she heard someone so happy
she opened her eyes, and said quietly “thank you..m..my savior” and
smiled again. Now she could feel how extremely exhausted she is.
Clark smiled and covered her with another blanket, and she dozed off to sleep.
In her dream so could hear voices, people fighting, she opened her eyes
and to her surprise she wasn't in the ship, she was in the cave,
THAT cave, but there were no bodies. And she wasn't 18 at all, she was 6
again.
hiding behind a big rock where her mother told her to hide
she raised her head to see her mother and father fighting the leader
she tried so hard to hear what they were saying but it was soo hard, so she got closer
the leader grabbed her father's neck. She closed her eyes, like her
mother told her to do. She hugged her teddy bear and set there,
listening quietly to the screaming and imagining she was somewhere else,
but then somebody grabbed her hand and covered her eyes and mouth
she didn't even wanted to scream.
They took her far away, she walked a long distance, longer than she ever walked before
and then he removed her eye cover, it was her uncle.
He smiled and told her, in his dark and scary voice that she can never, ever come back
she stood there and yelled “but I'm one of you!”
and he just laughtet and walked away.
Megan screamed now, but it wasn't from the pain.
“Oh great, another PTSD one…”
“Bellamy, shut up.”
“Is she awake?”
“You make a lot of noise, how can I not be?” she opened her eyes and chuckle
Clark and Octavia ran up to her and hugged her, it was painful but worth it
“Great…” bellamy said sarcastically as he turned around and went away
Megan looked around, and saw Jasper sleeping on the mattress in the corner if the room
“how is he?” she asked, worrying. It will be her fault if he got worst,
she should have never agree to let him come with her, he is too
important. And unlucky, to be truly honest.
Clark smiled and ran her fingers through Megan's hair, “don't worry, he is fine”
Octavia chuckled “actually.. He haven't left your side from the day you got here”
Megan blushed. She didn't mean it that way, human emotion are a waste of time, she just didn't want him to get hurt, that's all
“don't wake him up, he waited for me, I'll wait for him” she said and
smiled, she can go through with their fun thoughts about love and happy
days, as long as they are happy, she is happy
but like bellamy, she know that the war have just started. There was no
time for that. But then Jasper opened his eyes and saw her, and smiled
the biggest and happiest smile she ever saw, ran to here and hugged her.
And for that moment Megan forget all the troubles, forget the pain and
the war, and just wanted to hold him safe in her arms forever, where no
one can hurt them anymore.
They slept together that night, all 5 of them, Megan, Clark, Octavia,
Jasper and Monty, all hugged together, with bellamy watching
but Megan couldn't sleep, sure, she felt happy and protected next to
all of them, but when she closed her eyes all she could see was his
face. Her uncle, leaving her to die there.
So she waited until they all fell asleep, and slowly took Octavia's head
off her healthy shoulder, and released her hand from Jaspers' hand and
slowly got up, the pain was tremendous and she started to feel dizzy but
it sure beats seeing her uncle's face again.
“Go to sleep Bellamy, I'll watch. Or are you still not trusting me?”
“doing one stupid thing can't buy you my trust”
“ok next time I'll do my best in almost dying for one of you”
he sighted as Megan set next to him
“they died, you know.”
“Huh?”
“The people that the grounders took. All of them, dead. What kind of
leader let his people die one by one? I'm a leader all right, leading
them straight to their graves.”
“Hey, I've been watching you from day one, we both know that's not true.
People need you here. They would have been long gone if it wasn't for
you..i mean, you might be a real pain in the you know what, but people
here owe you their life.”
Bellamy looked at her with sad eyes, suddenly allowing himself to show
some weakness, humanity, but he looked away quickly and mumbled
something about getting some sleep
before he got up and left her.
She's been watching the total nothingness of this place for almost two hours, and her eyes began to close slowly
but then she saw something in the trees.
Could.. Could it be?!
He looked straight into her eyes with the same evil look
and throw a teddy bear at her
she fainted
הייתי אמורה לסיים את הסיפור במייגן וג'ספר מתחבקים ומאושרים אבל אז היה יוצא סוף רומנטי ושמח וזה מאוד לא אופייני לי, אז דפקתי אותה עם חרדה פוסט טראומטית וסוף טוב (;
הייתי חייבת לסיים את זה ככה. סוף טוב זה משעמם מידי. חוץ מזה מייגן היא לא דמות רומנטית ואני לא מסוגלת להפוך את הסיפור לדרמת נעורים רומנטית סגנון הCW.
אשמח מאוד לתגובות (יא קמצנים) !
נ"ב, אני מאוהבת במייגן!! ברצינות, אני יודעת שהיא דמות מומצאת שלי אבל אני פשוט ככ אוהבת אותה, אני באמצע כתיבת החלק השלישי ואני מכורה לזה, זה פשוט הזוי איך היא אשכרה קמה לחיים בדמיון ובמקום שאני אבנה אותה היא כבר בונה את עצמה לפי האופי שלה
עם כל האהבה (הענקיתתתת) שלי לג'ספר (ולדבון.) אני לא מסוגלת לכתוב המשך רומנטי כי זה פשוט לא מתחבר לדמות, וזה אדיר, באמת. בחיים לא הרגשתי חיבור כזה לסיפור שאני כתבתי, זה פאקינג הזוי.
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