Her

[4]

"No!" She gasped, jolting awake. He was by her side in an instant, recognising the numbness in her hazel eyes. It killed him to see her this way. Broken. 

Little did they know: he was her cure. 

"What happened?" Her voice cracked as her mind played a slideshow of fragmented memories. 

She rested her head on her knees as she curled up in the corner of the uncomfortable floor she resting was on. She glared at the tall glass walls and plastered ceiling before eyeing the vast room dotted with random medical equipment. They were in a lab, she concluded. 

"Hey, you're awake. I'm not sure what you remember but WICKED...well...they took you and experimented on you again like you said they did whilst we were trapped in that buggin' maze. We only just got you out, you were unconscious when we stole ya back. Thomas and Minho are looking for an escape as we speak but it looks like that window," he pointed with his head, causing his hair to fall out of place and cover his eyes, "Is our only option to get out of WICKED once and for all. But more importantly, how are you feelin', love?"

  Like she was dying. 

"I'm fine." Newt didn't believe that for one second but before he could call her out on it, the boys returned frantically searching for something to use to barricade the doors. 

Thomas's eyes settled on a large teal table which he forced agonist the door, jamming it shut. His voice was low as he spoke "We're going to have to go outta the window, we don't have another choice. They've surrounded us." 

The boys lapsed into an argument over what to do but she walked away, pressing her fingers against the glass of the enlarged frame. She expected to see the world but instead, all she saw was her decaying eyes staring back at her, her skin was grey and she could see faint dark veins trying to crawl out of her shirt and it all fell into place.

She knew she had lost someone but never understood who, until she looked into this mirror.