~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 28: Who is She?

The girl knew Linnea. The girl knew Thomas. And now, that gave Gally an even better reason to want to punish them. To want to kill them. To send them into the maze, but by then, he should know that that wouldn't work. They had already survived a night in the maze, Linnea two actually, and they would make it their priority to live through that horrible night again if it meant that they would be able to live. They would. In a heartbeat.

Everyone was freaking out. After three years of their existence in the maze, three years of only having one girl, one gets sent up and is said to be the last one ever. No more greenies. No more supplies. The box, just as Linnea had somehow known, had not gone down yet. 

She walked away from the scene as boys picked the girl out of the box, and took her to the Med-jack hut. Seeing his girlfriend walk away, Thomas quickly followed her, too afraid now to leave her to herself, even though he knew she wanted to be alone.

"Linnea," he called after her, but the Runner just kept walking, not looking back, her mind clouded up with millions, maybe billions of thoughts, but the most important at that second, was how did she know the girl, and did Thomas know her too? Thomas was the first thing the girl had said, then came Linnea's name. Was she with Thomas? Was he actually in love with her? The only large difference between the two girls' appearance was their eyes. Linnea's were dark brown, and the girls were piercing blue. What if Thomas had gotten mixed up and it was she that he was in love with? What if everything between them wasn't actually real?

"Linnea!" Thomas called after her, grabbing her arm this time, turning her around. The boy stepped back a bit at the gentle rebuke at the dark look of annoyance that was shadowed over Linnea's expression. "Are you okay? What do you think that was about?"

"I don't know," Linnea said, looking at him with a mild irritation. "Look, Thomas I don't really want to talk to you right now, so could you please just leave me alone?"

Without waiting for any answer, Linnea turned away, walking back towards the deadheads she was headed for, most likely to go to her tree and sit and think in the silence of the cleared area. But Thomas wouldn't let her go. He needed to know if she was okay. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't read her mind. It was impossible to read her expressions sometimes, like right then, so he needed to know. "Just talk to me!" He said. "I want to know if you're okay."

Linnea snapped her body around, and Thomas almost ran into her, but she held him up steady so that he didn't tip her over. "I'm fine. Okay? I'm just. . ." She looked up at him. Something was so off. What if he did love the girl and not her? Nothing would be able to control Linnea from doing something to herself if she lost Thomas. Nothing. A sigh escaped her lips. "I'm scared, okay?" She finally managed to put out. "I'm scared of what might happen now. I'm scared of what will happen now that the box won't go down. I'm scared of what that girl is, or rather who she is, and what I'm scared of the most is losing you. Okay? I'm afraid of losing you!"

"Nea," Thomas started taking her hands, and at his touch, the pale skinned girl felt a warm, tingling sensation at the tip of her fingers. "I love you, okay? You will never lose me."

She couldn't know that though. Just the thought of it made her feel cold, in spite of the bright sun shining down on her pale skin and hitting her dark hair, making her brown eyes sparkle. "I know, Tommy," she replied, looking up into his whiskey eyes and wishing she could just be somewhere, someplace else with him. Not in the glade. Not in this world, but in a world of peace where there were no problems to be faced like the ones they were facing everyday there. "But I just need to be alone now, okay? I just can't look at you right now."

Thomas nodded, and even though he wanted nothing more than to just be with her every second, feel her touch every second, he knew that everything that was going on was strange. He somehow felt a familiarity to the girl in the box, and he knew, from the expression Linnea had when she heard her name being caressed out of the girl's mouth, that Linnea felt that same feeling too, but it wasn't nearly as familiar as what they felt towards each other, and the feeling that he felt towards the girl in the coma, it was different, almost dislike, almost like she had betrayed him, or rather betrayed Linnea. Or maybe it was Thomas that betrayed her?