asa was a fighter, the type of person who would do anything for the people she loved. and she did just that. she'd managed to get herself into the glade, all for her brother.
then she met gally, the boy who fought more than he could ever love.
and...
[unedited] tw: mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts
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Asa woke, the bright sun beating on her face, forcing her eyes to a squint. She couldn't see much around her, blues and greens fuzzed together into a bright white mush. But the smell, it was familiar. Almost like the morning dew of the Glade.
She forced herself from the ground, her body hit with a wave of dizziness. Yet as she took a step, the expected pain in her knee hadn't come. Weird.
With her hand blocking the sun, she was finally able to see where she was.
"No." Her voice broke, throat scratching with a dry sob. "No, no, no!" There was no one else around. It was just her. In the Glade.
The empty, terrifying Glade that she'd once called home.
"You bitch!" She screamed out, the hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "Get me out of here!" Asa knew there was no point, that Ava Paige wouldn't listen.
Seeing what had been left of her beloved homestead, she ran for it. Pushing open the caved in door.
And suddenly, she was back in the screen room. The monitors looking into the Glade covered with static.
"What the—"
"Why did you do this to me? Why did you leave me?" Her eyes squeezed shut, lips quivering as she fought the urge to turn around. "Asa! Look at me! I loved you and you did this to me! Just look at—"
The urge won.
But the person standing before her wasn't the boy she had fallen in love with. It couldn't have been. His skin was pale, dark veins crawling over his body.
"You're not—you're not real." Her body shook, her head moving with it with a cry of denial. "You're dead, Gally! I watched you die! I watched Minho—oh, god, I'm dreaming. This is just.. another nightmare." It felt so real though.
"What's it matter! You still—" she didn't listen any longer, running to the exit door.
The training room.
"Wake up." She squeezed her eyes closed, hoping she would wake from the dreadful nightmare. "Wake up, Asa!" She screamed, her nails digging into her arm.
"Wake up, Asa." The voice was mocking, a malicious laugh following. "God, you're so pathetic."
"Go away!"
"Even if this was a nightmare, who's to say it would end when you wake up?" His hand went over her shoulder, squeezing it tightly. "Who's to say you won't still be the weak little girl who cries every chance she gets? That you won't go—" she spun around, her fist colliding with Morris' face.
