The Swipe had been removed from Sonya's head.
The memories were coming back.
They seeped in, bit by bit, at first. But now they were pouring in like water released from a dam. The memories filled in all the little gaps, the places were voices, names, places and faces should've been.
Sonya laid on her makeshift bed -made of woven reeds and spare clothes and rags. She stared up at the roof -a crosshatch pattern of sticks.
Her head ached. There was some pain behind her eyes.
But it was tolerable. It was just the cost of having her memories back. That was a price she was willing to pay.
She remembered her family. Remembered the day WICKED had broken into her home on a snowy, magical day. She remembered them shooting her parents. The blood, the red....
Sonya wiped tears from her eyes. She held her head and fought through the grief.
They had called her brother a control subject.
Her brother.
Her older brother. She remembered him, too. His laugh. His smile. His youthful face. She remembered he was older than her, though she was the one who ended up being the one to comfort him.
She had a brother....
Sonya sucked in a breath.
He could be here. He could be alive. He might not have the Flare...
She jerked up, loose strands of blond hair swirling around her face.
Sonya needed to find him.
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|| After We Fall ||
FanfictionTakes place after Death Cure. Sonya's memories are steadily returning, and, with them, memories of her forgotten brother. She begins to learn who he was with the help of Thomas and a certain journal... WARNING: may include spoilers for The Death Cu...
