missed you

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suddenly, he woke up drenched in sweat, his lungs screamed in need of air and his vision was foggy.

His brain was filled with confusion and his head hurt, not as much as his throat tho.

he could feel a dull ache spreading all over his body as he swung his legs out of bed, sitting up, hissing when his warm naked feet touched the cold floor.

the day haven't even started and it was already shitty.

he sighed and looked at the digital clock by his bed.

4:32 a.m.

he mentally cursed himself for having nightmares.

half of his problems would be magically solved if he managed to sleep more than two hours per night, but he couldn't.

adrenaline pumped in his veins, waking up all of his senses quick and sharp, he needed to do something, he needed to liberate this energy, he needed to run.

and that's what he did.

he put on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie to cover his scars, then placed his phone and keys in his pocket and left the house, being careful to not wake the sheriff up.

he started off slow, it's been a long time since he let himself be only genuine Thomas, and it's not because the FBI told him he had to change, but because he wanted to avoid questions and stares.

he didn't want have to explain what happened in those three years he was gone, it was not only hard for him to talk about it but it was too much information, no one would truly understand and he would just stress himself.

well, considering the only ones that would understand him were dead.

yessir, his whole family died a year ago, when they all got separated. He watched his friends die one by one, and soon all he had were memories, a necklace with a letter, a wooden figure and a life in a past he didn't remeber nor cared about.

he had a tattoo on his right arm, to remember all the ones that couldn't be there with him today, it was a list of names.

Minho
Brenda
Newt
Chuck
Frypan
Winston
Gally
Teresa
Jorge
Alby

it was discrete and helped him remember the past he didn't want to forget.

today would be the one year and three months anniversary of being back in beacon hills after being brutally forced to leave safe heaven.

he missed the scorchers/gladers like hell.

he was tired as hell of pretending being someone he isn't, it was no secret that he was different, everyone knew that, but he still had to blend in to avoid questions and memories.

he never wore short sleeves anymore nor shorts, even on the hottest days he would be wearing layers of clothing to hide all muscles and scars, he felt comfortable tho, it reminded him of the scorch.

he held back a lot too. He never participated in the gym classes, and even tho he was a straigh A student and already knew everything the taught at school because of WCKD, in all subjects, he still went o classes like a normal teenager.

he was just trying to pass senior year, wich he had just started.

he didn't hang out with the pack anymore, they were still colegues and Isaac and Liam were constantly hanging out with him in secret, but he wasn't a part of it anymore, even tho he would constantly help, he was more of a contact rather than a pack member.