#imaginativewriting

Raven was unconscious, or at least that’s what Clarke assumed. After the constant tugging, pulling and screaming, she stopped resisting the ropes that kept her attatched to the bed frame. Next thing they knew, her eyes were closed and her head hung low.

After checking to make sure she was still breathing, Clarke decided that they needed a watch schedule, considering none of them knew how unpredictable Raven was going to be with the chip, now in her system.

“I’ll watch her first,” she volunteer, lifting her index finger in the air. Clarke and Bellamy stared at her, both shocked at her enthusiasm. “What?” Y/n questions, confronting their surprised expressions. “Guys, she’s my best friend. If anyone knows how to put up with her, it’s me.”

Clarke seemed satisfied with her reasoning, but Bellamy remained unsettled. With one last glance, Clarke left the room, leaving her with one last person to convince.

“Bellamy,” she says, softly, touching his forearm and looking him intently in the eyes. “Trust me, okay? I’m gonna be fine. You and Clarke need the rest, anyways.”

His expression softened and he nodded, before taking his jacket off and placing it over her shoulders. She smiled thankfully at this gesture, having been inches away from hypothermia.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?”

She nods, cueing for him to leave, which he does reluctantly, offering one more glance before shutting the door behind him. She take slow steps to the seat beside the bed Raven rested on, and plants herself there loudly.

“You can stop pretending, Raven,” she whispers, staring at the corrupted body of her best friend. “You knew that I could tell you were conscious. Fingers crossed? Really?”

Her eyes shot open, and she smiled and uncomfortable smile as she lifted her head to face Y/n. The dark circles beneath her eyes and and the red surrounding her, once soulful, brown irises made her practically unrecognisable.

“What do want Alie?” Y/n spits, trying to uphold her stone cold exterior, but knowing that once she speaks, once Y/n hear Raven’s voice, she would loose sight of staying strong and do everything she could to get my best friend back.

“No, Y/n, it’s me. It’s Raven.”

There it was. The voice so softly spoken, yet so strongly composed, speaking to her with an uncomfortable amount of sincerity. Sincerity Y/n knows is not pure, but still has her melting in its prescence.

“Look, I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re my best friend, I trust and love you more than anything. Don’t you care about me?”

Y/n knew what Alie was making her doing. Naming off all the different angles Raven needed to approach me at, in order to try and get information from her. She remains seated and continues to stare at Raven, unfazed and unmoved.

“Y/n, if you cared at all about me, you would help me get out of here. The longer I stay tied up, the more I’m willing to injure myself in order to escape. Don’t you care about me?”

The guilt was beginning to eat at her, but she knew that Alie wasn’t going to let Raven spend to much time working from this angle. And if Y/n knew anything about Alie, she know this isn’t the only angle.

“You wanna act like a bitch? Fine.”

She takes a moment to look around the room, a wicked grin creeping its way to the corners of her mouth.

"Where’s Blake?” She asks, before laughing obnoxiously when Y/n remain silent. “C'mon Y/n, you didn’t really think that a one night stand with him would instantly make him drop Clarke for you. You wanna know what I really think?”

Y/n wanted to scream. She wanted to throw something at someone, because she knew exactly where Raven was taking this, and they both knew she would break because of it.

"I think you’re pathetic. If it hadn’t been for me, your self confidence would still cease to exist. He wouldn’t know you who you are if I hadn’t pushed you onto him.”

There was a small moment of sadness, but that soon dissolved into a salty storm cloud of anger.

"Another pathetic thing about you; you always need to be pushed. Oh, but you know what puts the distgusting frosting on the pathetic cake?”

She wouldn’t.

"You two are gonna end up together, but it won’t be because he loves you. Hell no. It’ll be because there’s no contraception down here on the lovely ground. He’s gonna force himself to love you and your pathetic little love child.”

Y/n’s eyes ignited.

"YOU BITCH!” She screamed, ignoring the sound of the door opening, and a panicked Bellamy sprinting inside.

Before she could grab anything, Bellamy wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her off the ground despite her vigorous resistance, and dragging her out, yelling out for Jasper to keep an eye on Raven ‘til he returned.

"What the hell was that? Did she hurt you? I thought I told you to call if you needed any-”

"I’m fine, Bellamy,” she replies coldly, not being able to shake off what Raven said.

Bellamy grows frustrated. Part of him wants for her to open up, to admit to him that she is far from fine, because even a blind person could see she was anything but fine. But part of him knew that this was her.

An open book in one instance. A warded off sanctuary in another.

He loved all of who she was nonetheless, so rather than fighting her, he released an exhausted sigh, and released her from his grasp.

"Go and rest,” he said, more orderig than suggesting. “You look worse than I do, you could use a couple hours.”

It was true, Y/n thought. If she slept, she only slept for a few hours at a time before morning sickness caught up to her. So she obeyed, and walked to where Clarke rested her eyes, and sat beside her.

Bellamy dismissed Jaspar from Raven-duty, and advised him to check up on Sinclair and Monty and see how far they were progressing in finding a solution to the Raven-crisis.

“It’s funny how life repeats itself.”

Raven tilted her head back, smiling as Bellamy tried effortlessly to remain frozen, because she knew he was going to be frozen for a whole world full of reasons in a moment.

"Really, though, it is. I mean, you’re a bastard to a woman that slept around and a man who you will never know. Now you’ve impregnated yet another woman who sleeps around, with yet anoth bastard child.”

Frozen, yet again, but now for a whole new reason. His heart is racing and his palms are sweating, but he still remains frozen.

“If I were you, Bellamy,” Raven began, leaning closer to him. “I’d leave. Run away. You wouldn’t know the first thing about being a father. You would just fail your child, the same way you’ve failed your sister. History repeats, after all. You ruined your mother’s life, now you’re ruining Y/n’s.”

He slams his fists on the edge of the bed, so hard, there’s a crackling sound. Raven laughs at his frustration, to which he came to realisation that reaction was exactly what Raven wanted. And so he left, slammed the door behind him and smiled when he saw Y/n, wide awake, sitting beside a sleeping Clarke, hand placed over her belly absentmindedly.

He races towards her and pulls her to the opposite side of the room. He takes hold of her face and exhales heavily.

"You’re really pregnant?”

"Yeah,” Y/n replies, tears beginning to form in the edges of her tired eyes, like gutters on a wet day. “Yeah, I am.”

"This is really happening?”

"Yeah. Yeah it is.”

"Whatever,” he whispers, moving closer to her face so their noses pressed. “Whatever you want, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

"Because I’m carrying you’re child?” She asks quietly.

"Because from the moment I met you, I wanted it to be you. And now it is. Now it’s really happening, and I don’t know whether you want it to happen or not, but I won’t mind. Because it’s you.”

"I want it,” she replies, a smile appearing naturally on her tear stained face. “I want this life with you. Nobody else but you.”

He wraps his arms around her like she is the home he has been waiting far too long to return to, and she returns the favour.