To Hell And Back || The Scorch Trials || Minho

06 - Tattoo

I stared at the girl. She seemed focused and unfazed by all of us. She looked at us and sighed sadly.

I hadn't moved, or blinked, since she appeared in front of me. Her dark hair and blue eyes were so familiar but I couldn't remember her name no matter how much I pushed. It started with a D, no a T.

"Who are you?" Harriet questioned. "Where's Aris?"

"My name is Teresa," she told us calmly. "Aris is alright, he's with Group A."

Teresa. Now I knew for sure that I've met her before. Her name triggered something in my brain and a memory flooded in.

"You probably won't remember this," Teresa said as we walked down a long hallway. "But you need to trust me, okay? Things are going to get bad during phase two and the only way everything will work out is if you do what I say."

"I thought the point of all of that was not to trust you?" I asked.

She sighed. "Yes, it is, but I'll try to help you, tell you what's really going on."

I watched my feet as we walked while silence grew around us. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For anything that might happen between us in the future, when I don't remember you. So, don't take anything too personally."

"I won't."

"Anne! Anne, what are you doing come on," someone shouted.

I turned around to find everyone staring at me. "I know I'm sexy but you don't have to stare," I joked, crossing my arms.

"In your dreams," Izzy scoffed.

"Mine or yours?" I blew her a kiss before strutting over to the bed and taking a seat.
Izzy's face burned red while girls snickered.

"Getting back on topic," Harriet began. "How did you get here?"

Teresa then went on to explain how there was another Group, Group A, and it consisted of all boys until she arrived. They escaped and were taken to a place just like this. They made her go in a different room just like Aris. But then she stopped as tears formed in her eyes.

"A boy named Thomas did something horrible to me," she explained. "Don't ask what it was because I don't want to talk about it." She took in a deep breath to compose herself. "WICKED explained to me certain things."

"What things?" Sonya asked.

"They told me about you guys and about Thomas."

I could tell Teresa wasn't telling the whole truth. She was leaving out bits and pieces of information. I began to question the memory that appeared in my mind, wondering if it was real.

Mary spoke up, "So, your Group, they were just like us, only boys?"

Teresa nodded.

"How many of you survived?"

She thought a moment before answering. "There's more of you. Not much, but still more."

Teresa looked at me. It felt like she was trying to tell me something. Something important. But she glanced away a few seconds later. I glared at her. Was she trying to confuse me, make me want to talk to her. It wasn't working because the more and more she told small lies and tried to make eye contact me, the more I became suspicious of her. I wasn't going to do what she said, like she told me too, I was going wait until she told the truth. The whole truth.

"What's that on your back?" Elizabeth asked Harriet.

"What do you mean what's on my back?" Sonya turned her around and lifted up the the back of her shirt.