Hell is better

Chapter 7

Sorry that I didn't updated the last week. I was busy and didn't had any ideas.

Teresas pov:

I tried to move forward somehow, but I couldn't see anything as my hair was in front of my face. With my back bent, I crawled under the fucking Berk to find out what was broken.
I had already hit the ceiling x times and that would probably go on. And to top it all off, I didn't see anything either.
In concrete terms: I was screwed and I wouldn't get any help either.
Newt had clearly been of the opinion that I knew my way around technology and should therefore do the work.
Really great, and he knew full well that my back was still not completely healed.
Ava would have probably said by now that everything was happening for a reason, but if we're honest ... it was just karma. Nothing special and no fate either.
Ava had always said that, but I didn't believe it.
It wasn't fate that I was born in such a world that I had lost everything and was lonely on top of that.
My hand snapped forward so I could continue forward. But before I could do anything I knocked my knee on the metal and my hair got tangled in it.
A pain ran through me and I narrowed my eyes.
"Fuck!"
I screamed as softly as I could, but still got an amused laugh in response. How nice, he was probably still happy that I was doing such a stupid job.
I lay down and blew the last strands off my face.
My face must have looked really pissed off because when he crouched down and looked down at me, he grimaced.
"Have you already found the bug?" he asked without going into further detail.
"Is that what it looks like ?!" I replied snippily. After all, it wasn't very comfortable down here.
"Pity." he said and turned back briefly. Then he turned back and just stared at my body lying on the floor.
"Do you want to help me out of here or just plop?" Then a hand came in my direction and I grabbed it without hesitation. Then he pulled me out and I got up.
"If it goes on like this, I'll never find the fault! And my hair is annoying too."
I was just standing next to the table with the medical equipment.
Without thinking, I took the scissors that lay next to me, grabbed my hair and cut on it. I cut it without emotion until it was reasonably straight.
Newt just stood there with his mouth open.
"What have you done?" his voice was alarmingly calm.
"What was necessary ... it was annoying."
I just turned the other way and ran to the bathroom to see my work.
Without even thinking, I smiled.
My almost black, wavy ones were now cut off over my shoulders. It looked good ... really good.
I would not have thought that. Now I didn't look so strict anymore, still grown up, but somehow more playful, more relaxed.
That was definitely more practical. Newt leaned against the wall behind me. His eyebrows were raised a little. "Oh come on, it's not that bad. I even like it." I said without turning to him. "Yeah okay ..... it's okay. Just unfamiliar."
"Change is part of life. And now come on, I think I have an idea what the fault is with Berk."

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3 am

Dream:
I was sitting in my bed, not my bed with Wckd, in another bed. It seemed so familiar to me and so strange at the same time.
I had seen it somewhere before, no, I knew exactly where I was. In my old room, with my mom, somewhere in America.
I couldn't remember exactly where, but it was here, I was here. The little stuffed animal on the pillow, the poster next to the desk, everything seemed so familiar to me.
As if I had just left it yesterday, but that was 15 years ago. I thought for a moment, but then I got up and slowly opened the door.
This squeaked briefly, but then I was already in the hallway on the first floor.
I looked around, slowly walked on. In between I stopped for a moment when I saw a picture or something that seemed familiar to me. The kitchen and living room lay in front of me.
A quick look told me that nobody had cleaned up here in ages. There were open cans everywhere, the plates piled in the sink and it stank. But not after food or gathered things, I knew this smell all too well.
There were cranks. I heard rumbling from above and also a scream. Mom ... it was like a deja vu.
I had seen it all before, I was just a lot smaller. My legs just carried me up the stairs and I stopped in front of the room.
Should i go inside? I just did it, closing the door a lot behind me with a loud bang.
There was a bed there, my mom was sitting there very peacefully before she turned and I saw her.
Tears were already running down my cheeks, I knew exactly what was coming, but it hurt.
Her whole face was covered in blood instead of eyes, just empty sockets. "Deedee honey, don't worry, I'm better now."
I didn't know what was bothering me anymore, that hearing my real name or the crank that came up to me now. My vision suddenly turned glassy and when I could see properly again my mom was no longer standing there.
It was Newt, Thomas, Minho, Frypan and Brenda. All as cranks.
"You wanted to help us ... but you only made it worse Teresa." Thomas voice was disgusting.
"You are a monster!" Newt added and I kept hearing these words as they came towards me.

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I startled.
Without looking in the mirror, I already knew that I was crying. My whole face was wet and I hardly saw anything.
As if by myself I sobbed, over and over and over again. Then I felt an arm around my body slowly pulling me towards it. I didn't resist, but put my head on his shoulder.
"Hey, it's all good ... it was just a dream." he said in his soft voice. I did not calm down.
My emotions went crazy.
"Deedee ..." I whispered, I had almost forgotten that name.
Newt looked perplexed, as if he didn't know what to do with me or this information.
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Sorry for this boring chapter,but I guess it's important.
Hope you like it, I would love if you'd give me some feedback.
See ya all next week.

Arya