Promises In Mourning ☆ Gally - TST

What Has the Cat Dragged In?

TW : MENTIONS OF SELF HARM

It has been a couple of hours since the group arrived at the camp. We were given clean, warm clothes, and I was able to catch up with Vince and Mary on the time they missed, they even told me stories about myself that I do not remember. Afterwards, I decided to check up on Brenda. Walking into the tent, I found Thomas sitting beside Brenda's bed, about to leave. He looked over at me when he heard my boots padding against the ground, walking towards him.

"We should probably let her rest," Thomas tells me, referring to the girl that was laying passed out on a small cot. I was about to leave with Thomas when he noticed something that must have fallen from her pocket, Thomas picked it up curiously. I saw a small golden box of sorts resting in Thomas' palm. Thomas slowly opened it up to see a picture of a brown-haired boy. The two of them looked down at the photo with scrunched brows from the curiosity of the boy.

"He was my brother," Brenda suddenly says, now awake, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin.

"Brenda, you scared me there," I put my hand over my heart. "Sorry," I then mutter while taking the box from Thomas' hand and giving it back to Brenda, which she gratefully took from my hand.

"You remind me of him," Brenda looks at Thomas, this catches his attention.

"Annoying too?" I question with a small smirk and Brenda lightly chuckles. She then shakes her head as a response while Thomas sends a glare towards me.

"He always saw the best in people," she informed the two of us, putting the box back into her pocket.

"Where is he now?" Thomas questions.

"If you don't mind us asking," I quickly add with an apologetic smile for Thomas' constant questions.

"I don't know, WCKD took him. They didn't want me. They wanted him. I couldn't even say goodbye," Brenda talked with a shaky voice, her eyes holding unshed tears that waited to fall.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered to Brenda, reaching forward to lightly squeeze the other girl's hand.

"What was his name?" Thomas asks.

"George," she answered.

Silence takes over the small tent, a tension floating in the air around them. I glanced down at Brenda's hand that she was still holding. "I have a brother," I say suddenly, causing Brenda to perk up at her words.

"You do?!"

"Had a brother," I corrected myself. "I'm still not used to the thought of him being gone."

"I'm sorry for your loss," She tells me. "How did he die?... if you don't mind me asking."

"Well, he was also a runner like I was, in the maze. We ran in the maze every day together. But, I didn't go in the maze one day and he was stung by a griever- which is just these creatures that WCKD created and put in the maze to kill us. You might have heard of them." Brenda nods slowly.

"Why didn't you go into the maze with him?" A shiver is sent down my spine at the question and I cannot help but notice the way that Thomas moves forward in his seat, now intrigued.

"I hadn't gone into the maze with him that whole week. I..." I took a deep breath, preparing for the words I was about to say. I have not ever said the words aloud yet, the words and emotions just have been bottled up all this time. I then realized that it might be better if I tell Brenda and Thomas, to finally talk about it. "I tried to kill myself," a pained look took over my face as a tear slipped down Brenda's cheek. I looked over at Thomas who was now teary-eyed too, "I was healing when Ben went into the maze. He was filling in for me on days when he wasn't even supposed to be running, and got stung. When I finally woke up, I woke up to him attacking Thomas. We had to banish him. But, before we banished him, I went to go talk to him. To say goodbye... He ended up attacking me too. You remember that?" I look to Thomas who nods solemnly.