John Murphy: Fight Part One

Asshole..." You mutter, shoving what little belongings you had into a bag along with some food and water you stole. You can't even justify this as a "Fight", it was a colossal fuck up on HIS part and he only made it worse the more he talked. It ended violently and angry, and that's exactly what you were doing. You slung the bag on your shoulder and stormed off, quietly, into the woods. Asshole would see how majorly he fucked up when he woke up. You didn't care though, you weren't leaving to hurt him, you were leaving because A: You can, and B: You couldn't look at his face a second more. So into the woods you went, to start a new life.

You stomped through the woods, replaying the fight over in your head. You'd seen Murphy picking on some kid again, like he always does, and you stood up against him.

"Hey, Murphy, chill alright?" You said, putting a hand on his shoulder. You and Murphy had been friends for a while, so you tried to handle this as gently as possible.

"Fuck off, Y/n." He snaps, shoving you off.

"Excuse me?" You bite back, clearly upset.

"You heard me, now fuck off. Go do something useful and stop irritating me." You didn't know what was up, he was being so cruel to you for no damn reason.

"Listen here asshole, I don't know what's got you so pissed off but you need to check yourself before you get hurt." You sneer, earning a smirk from him. He steps closer, barley and inch from your face.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Hit me? Come one Princess, I dare you" He sneers and shoves you back.

"Bitch!" You yell, stumbling back. You glare at him, standing up.

"That's what I thought. You're so damn weak. No one here even likes you, you're a burden Y/n." He scoffs, stepping back.

"Kill yourself already."

His words hit you like a freight train. You couldn't breathe. You stood up and turned, stomping off to your tent. You could hear them laughing behind you, you felt like your chest would cave in, tears threatening to spill.

You pulled yourself from the memory, trying to push it from your mind. It was over now, you left all of that behind. You left him behind.

The next morning, just as you thought, Murphy panicked. He woke up like normal, wondered around the camp "bossing" people, and when you didn't show up around mid day he went to go wake you.

"For fucks sake" He grumbles, stomping up to your tent.

"Y/n!" He snaps, yanking back the tent door. His eyes locked on your empty bed, then the empty tent itself. All your things were gone, all of it.

"No..NO." Murphy whispers knowing exactly what had happened, spinning on his heels and running back into camp.

"Y/n! Y/n!" He yells looking frantically for you everywhere.

"Where is she?! Have you seen her?! HAVE YOU SEEN Y/n!" He barks at all the other kids, until he sees Bellamy.

"BELLAMY!" He yells, running to him.

"What is it this time?" Bellamy asks, rolling his eyes.

"It's Y/n, she's gone."