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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎

"Hello, Sarah. Hello, Thomas."

Thomas looked just as clueless as I probably did.

"You know us?" We said in unison.

"Interesting..." She said. "Makes sense they'd put you in the maze."

"Though I must admit, I was worried they'd kill you after what you did."

"Wha- what I did?" He asked, unclear of what she meant.

The woman checked Brenda's pulse as she continued to talk to Thomas.

"The first time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore. Watching your friends die one by one."

"The last time we spoke, you gave me the coordinates of every W.C.K.D compound, trial and lab."

Vince looked at Thomas, realization hitting him. "He was our source..."

"We couldn't have pulled all this off without him." She replied.

"Take her to the tent. Get these guys some warm clothes."

"Careful." She said as the men and Jorge carried her away.

"Thomas, Sarah, Come on. We need to get some blood from you."

She explained how she knew Thomas... But how did she know me?

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I stood a few feet away from the tent where Brenda was kept.

It's been half an hour since I donated my blood, Thomas is now donating his. As I waited patiently in the sun, I wondered if Brenda was feeling better than when I last saw her.

When I was about to head to the tent, to visit Brenda, I saw someone eavesdropping at the opening of the tent.

Teresa.

About 30 seconds later, she walked off. I stood there, thinking of what she could possibly be needing to eavesdrop.

When I spot the woman, Mary and Jorge leaving the tent, I took that as a sign that the tent was ready to enter.

Before going in, Jorge stopped me to thank me for standing up for Brenda when he was unable to.

He pulled me into an aggresive hug.
"Ay, Hermana." His voice cracked.

I can't describe in words how much respect I have for Jorge. He's like the father I never had. Anything he needs, I'm happy to help.

"Thank you."

I smiled in response, readying myself to see Brenda.

The moment I stepped in, Thomas was already on his way to leave, luckily. He attempted to wave a hi at me but I kept my eyes on Brenda, acting as if I didn't see him.

"You ok, Brenda?"

"Better than before."

Once Thomas had left, Brenda broke the silence first.

"That was cold."

"What?" I asked.

"You ignoring him like that."

"That's his problem."

"He really does feel bad. And to be fair, your brother's death wasn't his choice."

I scoffed.

"Wouldn't you feel the same if it was your brother?"

She hummed in response, seeming to understand my perspective as she clutched a silver, boxy necklace.

I chose not to mention it. Instead, I dismissed myself politely.

"Get some more rest. I'll bring up some food in a bit."

She lightly nodded, burying her face into her flat pillow.

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I had just brought Brenda her food moments ago, feeling the exhaustion wash over me as I sat on a cliff, drinking from a bottle of water.

My head tilted back while the refreshing water trickled down my throat.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Mary.

She steadily walked towards me, taking a seat next to me whilst I waited for her to tell me why she was here.

"I know you're probably wondering how I know you, Sarah."

"Yeah, I am wondering that."

She cleared her throat before continuing.

"Well, I first heard of you a long time ago, maybe nine or ten years ago. When you were under 10 years old."

"The first and only time I met you was seven years ago, when you were 10 years of age."

She was about to resume but I had many questions yet to be answered.

"What? Why don't I remember then? What do you mean 'heard of me'? I never knew anyone new at the age of ten-"

I paused myself, thinking more about it. I realized that memories from when I was six, were still in tact and clear but memories from when I was ten, were blurry and faint.

I only remembered bits and pieces, it was like I had a puzzle but I had four or five missing pieces.

The images were all broken and hard to recognise. Like something was pushing me away from seeing my own memories.

"There's something you don't know, Sarah... I've talked to your friends and they told me all about how you weren't captured by W.C.K.D and that you arrived there willingly."

"The reason why you don't remember some of your childhood is because you had your memory wiped, but only a part of it."

"I don't understand... Only W.C.K.D has the power to accomplish that." I said with furrowed eyebrows and slightly pursed lips.

"That's the thing...you were captured by W.C.K.D."

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