"You say that you have a whole hell of problems, but you underestimate the hell I've been through," I murmur, as he tilts his head downwards towards mine.
He glances back in forth between my eyes for a moment before taking my cheek in his hand. He b...
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song: everybody wants to rule the world by lorde
I had a small ounce of hope when I walked onto the bridge. It flowed through my veins like a fire that needed taming. I let it flow because if there was a slight chance that I could make peace with these people then I would take it.
But, alas, Jasper had to go and ruin it all.
"Run! Hailey!" I whirl around with blood painting my right cheek red.
"Hailey!" My eyes dart to Finn as he begins to run to me. "Get down!"
I whip around at the sound of Anya yelling. And then my head slams into the ground, sending stars across my line of vision.
"How do you know our language?" She grits with her knife pressed to my throat.
I stare up at her with a blank face, accepting her next actions. Then, I noticed something. She's putting all of her weight on her left ankle, not her right. I swallow, glancing back at her face before I act.
I slam my foot into her ankle, causing her to scream in pain and lightly cut my collarbone. I hiss in pain as I slide out from underneath her.
"Hailey! Run!" I whirl around and my eyes meet Bellamy's. His eyes are wide and watching the tree line as he holds a gun.
My feet start pumping before I even think about running. My eyes dart over to Octavia as Lincoln jumps in the way of an arrow meant for her. My eyes widen and I stop as a yell rises to my throat.
"Lincoln!" I skid to a halt beside them, trying to inspect his wound.
"Don't stop till you get behind your walls!" Lincoln yells into as he shoves Octavia into my arms. "Go!" He screams, nodding to me that it's okay.
"Keep Miloch safe, please." I murmur, glancing from his face to his wound.
I clench my jaw, begrudgingly nodding back. Then, without any hesitation, I run with Octavia at my side. I glance at her torn and crumbled face as we run. I grab her hand and pull her after me, making us run faster than before.
We clear the tree line and meet up with the others. I slow down my pace until I am just walking. My breathing is fast and light, wheezing it's way through me. Then, the situation sinks in.
I chuckle humourlessly before whispering, "We're absolutely screwed."
The others turn and they immediately see my cheek and collar bone covered in blood. Bellamy's face falls as he watches Raven run for me. She runs right for my cheek, her face stone.
"Jesus, Hails." She murmurs, her hand placed on my cheek. I shake my head with a small grimace.
"It's just a scratch." I say, before lightly shoving her away from me.
"Are you okay?" Bellamy walks up to me and without hesitation places his hands on either side of my face. I begin to nod, but he tilts his head to the side, a disapproving look on his face. "Later, we're going to talk, okay? But now, you have to be strong."
