I shook my head as Bellamy darted out of the depot without a second thought, his heavy footsteps could be heard through the silent bunker as he let them fall more forcefully than normal. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration while my foot kicked the nearby barrel, splashing out the contents. "God dammit." I muttered, just as things were beginning to calm down between the both of us- he had to ruin it with his selfish decisions that would effect everyone.

 I sighed as I pressed my eyelids together harder, letting out a deep breath. All of a sudden,  everything had started to feel different somehow. 

"Dakota, dear. Get dressed, god you're a mess."  A voice called out and my head snapped up in the direction of the voice, a gasp escaping my mouth when my brown eyes landed on the beautiful woman standing in-front of me.  My brown eyes clouded over with un-spilled tears as I looked around the room- noticing that I was no longer standing in the bunker.

 "Mom?" I called out with uncertainty that she was really standing in-front of me but what I was seeing looked so realistic had my brain doubting that what I was seeing was fake.

 The dark red haired woman walked further into the room as she heard my voice, her head turning and then her doe shaped eyes fell upon my figure, a smile slipping onto her lips. "There you are," she gasped out as she looked down at the girl in-front of her. "C'mon, we have to go see Caroline." she spoke again.

 My eyebrows furrowed on my forehead as I looked up at her, "Caroline is dead, mama." I told her and shook my head. She laughed a breathy chuckle but acted unaffected by my response.

 "Honey, you know Caroline is not well and besides, you get to hangout with John while I spend some time with his mom." she replied while kneeling down in-front of me, reaching out her pale hand to touch my arm- to which I flinched back- but she didn't even seem to mind my reaction.

  My eyes wondered over the surroundings of the room and that was when I realized that we were in our room- up on the Ark. My room was tucked over towards the corner of wall, paintings that were done with paint were starting to get old by the yellowish tint of the paper. All of a sudden, my brain snapped out of looking around- and back towards my mother. She grabbed the handle of the door and I could clearly see the lights of the Ark flickering. 

  "Wait, Mom!" I yelled out and my feet started moving as she stepped through the door without looking back. "wait, don't go please." I sobbed and reached for the handle myself, pulling it towards my body but it wouldn't budge. I banged against the door with my palm, "wait, mom!" 

 I swallowed as I looked at the grey color that stained the metal door in-front of me. Tears started to escape from my eyes and rolled down my tanned cheek as I jingled the door knob, hoping that it would open again- but it never did.

 "You killed her," a voice suddenly called out, breaking me from my thoughts which caused me to turn around. My eyes glanced upon a younger looking version of what I could remember from my father, but his growing beard told me that he hadn't taken care of his self in quite some time.

  "She's gone because of you, and now I have you as a reminder of what you've done." My father spat back with nothing but vengeance in his eyes as he looked upon the only girl who reminded him too much of his deceased wife.

 I shook my head at his words as my eyes widened. "That was not my fault, she did it for Caroline." 

 Marcus laughed with such ferociously, that it had chills coming up through my spine. "And yet after she was floated, you still stole from us." he retorted while he maneuvered around the desk to glare down at me. "You are nothing but a reminder of how much you are a disappointment to the name, 'Kane'."

 I let more tears fall from my eyes as the sting from my father burned on my conscious, and I shook my head several times while I sopped back, "They were going to die!" I yelled while remembering the time that Murphy's mother was emitted into the hospital for alcohol poisoning, and Abby had tried everything that night and ended up saving her only for her to come home and drink the rest of her dwindling life away. I remember the bone chilling sobs that came from Murphy's mouth that night as he walked to our spot in-front of the window and spilled out his mother's last sentences.

  "She was dead anyways, Dakota! She was a drunk, and you supported her habits." My father yelled back at me, and this time he came closer to me.

 We both knew what Murphy's mother was going through, my mother and I both knew and yet we all turned a blind eye on everything. Caroline assured my mother that she was alright and no longer in danger with it- telling us that she hadn't had any alcohol since the last time we had talked. And my mother believed every word that was spilled from her fibbing mouth, not knowing that the woman consumed two bottles of illegal moonshine throughout the day. I should've stopped what they were doing, but I was so caught up with spending time with Murphy, that I didn't care even though he would tell me that his mom had started to beat him. 

 "Mom was trying to help her, dad." I shook my head as I cried out with pleading eyes but even I knew that whatever I would say to him would never work in my favor- they never did. "She was trying to save her."

Kane rolled his eyes at his daughter's words, "I should've killed you, not sending you down to Earth." he spat again, his eyes turning even more darker than I had ever seen.

I closed my eyes as his words hit me like a ton of bricks. "I stole it to save him, he was sick and-"

He chuckled at me, and a grin came into his face. "You're worthless. It should of been you instead of your mother. At-least she had some worth in her."

"Then why the hell didn't you do it, huh? I accepted my punishment! I accepted that I was going to die. If anything is a disappointment, it's that you didn't kill me when you had the chance." I yelled in full rage. It was true, every word I said. I did accept my punishment, I did accept that I was going to die for what I done.

Kane looked down at me with most hatred, and finally his hand came down and hit me square in the jaw. I looked up with pain in my eyes.

"È quasi ora! (it's about time)" I spoke in my mother's tongue. "If you hate me so much, you should of floated me when you floated mom. E 'morta a causa di voi, non io.(She's dead because of you, not me. )" I caressed my cheek as my father looked over at me with a little bit of regret in his eyes.

"You pulled the damn button, you did it without the hesitation. Did you forget I was there?"

"You are the disappointment." I finished. "I never meant anything to you." I added when tears started to stream down my cheeks. "I tried so hard, to be what you wanted me to be!" I turned around, unable to look my father in the eye as I cried.

My eyes closed shut, and that was when I turned around, but instead of looking at my father again, I was looking at some Blonde haired boy. My eyes widen, and before I could do anything, his gun came down and hit me in the temple.

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My head was on fire, pounding through my skull. I groaned, forcing my eyes open. The room around me was dark, expect for the glow sticks that were scattered around the ground, they still emitted a little bit of light. I crouched up, leaning against the wall for support when a wave of nausea hit me like a ton of bricks. My hand coming up to my head, rubbing my sore temple.

"Jesus.." I muttered, while opening my eyes again. That's when the realization hit me, of what happened here. Some bastard hit me down with his gun. Pieces of information scattered together in my mind, I was not seeing my father here, this was all In my mind, like the hallucination wanted me to believe. That means Bellamy was still outside, and most likely hallucinating as well. I pushed my thoughts aside, trying to regain my footing. I took three steps before I stumbled into a barrel, and I went flying into the ground once again.

"Come on, Dakota." I whispered, getting back onto my feet. The bastard was most likely out there, and with Bellamy. Whatever he was up too, he didn't want me to interfere. I grabbed a gun that laid beside me and started for the exit.

When I got to the surface, it was dark out. I didn't know how long I was out cold for, but clearly it was longer than I thought. I tried my best to figure out where I was, but it was so dark, and the woods were barely lit. I closed my eyes, tightly as the pounding increased in my temple. That's when I heard something that sounded like someone was talking. I started to pick up the pace, going towards the noise.

I pulled up short, when my eyes met Bellamy's figure, he was on his back, facing the boy who hit me earlier who was pointing a gun at him. His arm was up, as if he was holding a gun, but there was nothing in his hand.

"Hey, asshole. You're going to have to try harder than that." I shouted after the blonde boy, lining my shot up. He whipped around to face me, his face void of emotion.

"You should of stayed down there, Kane." He said, almost sounding disappointed. "I tried not to kill you, but here you are and Shumway said no witnesses." He added. I narrowed my eyes down at him, and my eyes flicker down to Bellamy.

"What Is he talking about?" I questioned.

"Shumway set it up. He gave me a gun to shoot the Chancellor." He answered.

"Walk away now, and I won't kill you." The boy offered. I almost smirked at that, how dumb did he think I was? As soon as I put the gun down, he'd shoot me before I had the chance to leave.

"Sorry, pipsqueak but I'm not leaving him." I countered, "Put the gun down." I ordered him.

The boy shrugged, "Your choice." Before he could say anything else, I pulled the trigger on the gun.

Click

My eyes widen in shock as the gun didn't fire the bullet, instead it gave me a click, indicating that the safety was still on. Dammit, Kane, you had one job. I didn't have time to disable the safety as the boy had his gun still pointed at me. I ducked just in time, as he pulled the trigger, letting the bullet fly over my head. I scurried around the tree for cover. I could hear Bellamy and the boy fighting, Bellamy let out a loud cry, and I sucked in a breath. I rushed to get the safety off the gun, and I ran towards them.

"Hey, get off of him!" I shouted, and when the boy turned his attention over to me, that's all Bellamy needed. He grabbed something off the ground and brought it up, slamming the object into the side of the kid's neck. The boy stumbled back, bumping into me before slowly falling to the ground. I backed away from the dead body, and my back hit the tree. I let out a breath of relief, and slid down the tree. Bellamy crawled over to where I was.

"You're okay." I breathed out as his hand came to rest on my knee.

He frowned, looking away from me. "No, I'm not." He panted out, his voice cracking. "My mother- if she knew what I done, who I am- she raised me to be better. To be good." He didn't look up as he spoke, and I knew there was pain in his eyes, maybe even tears escaping.

"Bellamy." I choked out.

"All I do is hurt people." He interrupted, a tear falling down his cheek. He sniffed, shaking his head. "I'm a monster." I leaned towards him, putting a hand on his arm.

"You saved my life countless times, and you may be a total ass half the time." I looked at him, while he looked away. "Our people would have died already, if it wasn't for you. They need you. We all need you,"

'Jaha will kill me when he comes down." He countered. I leaned up against the tree, looking into his eyes.

"I won't let them. I need you, Bellamy." His eyes met mine, "We'll figure something out." Bellamy dropped his head against the tree, letting out a huff.

"Well, can we figure it out later?" He asked. I let out a small smile at his words. I let out a harsh exhale and leaned my head against his shoulder at the realization that we could take a break under the night sky. 

 My brown eyes wondered over the sky, stopping along every star knowing that the possibility of one of them was the Ark orbiting over us- watching the planet as Bellamy and I sat in comforting silence. My eyes flickered down towards Bellamy's mud caked shoes and I finally decided to open up to him, "If your a monster, I might as well be one too." I whispered out and looked over towards him as he turned his head to look over at me, my face being illuminated by the moon. "You know, my mother helped Murphy's mom with her alcohol problem and when she got caught, they floated her.. and I didn't even put up a fight as I watched her..." I choked up and shook my head as tears started going down my cheeks, "I just stood there." I stated as I looked back at him as he watched me with curious eyes that were filled with some pity. "What kind of daughter just stands there and watches their mom get floated?"

 I grew silent as I let the tears roll down my cheeks. I had spilled something that I held against me for so long to someone that I didn't know I trusted or not- but if I told him- I must've felt some sense of comfort or trust to some degree. Just as I thought he wasn't going to say anything, Bellamy had spoke up out of the silence- his voice was hoarse as he recalled the memory.

  "When Octavia was sixteen, there was this masquerade dance,"

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