Complicated

Chapter 59: Teresa

"Forgetting you was the worst part." The girl said.

Her voice sounded odd. Like she was forcing himself to be calm. I didn't like it. I was instantly on edge. I slowly got up, my eyes narrowed slightly. Thomas followed my lead. He took a step back, stepping on my toes.

She was leaning against the massive stone wall, her arms crossed, and a look of superiority in her face. She looked so  different now,  awake and  alert—standing.  Wearing a  long-sleeved white shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes, she looked—impossibly, even more striking than when I had seen her in the coma the few times. Black hair framed her pale face, with bright electric blue eyes.

Eyes that slid from Thomas to me, and I felt my skin crawl. Her eyes were like lazers, trying to pierce me. Unlike Gally's intense gaze that made me feel stuck and my heart flutter, or Newt's soft chocolate brown eyes or Thomas's whiskey eyes always looking like he was trying to figure out a puzzle; this girls gaze was sharp and calculating.

Her eyes went back to Thomas and a small pout formed on her soft pink lips.

"Tom, do you really not remember me?"

"No. I don't."

Her pout got bigger, and her big blue eyes went sad. Thomas frowned, his eyebrows knitting together.

"You mean ... you remember me?" he asked, "do you remember her?" He nodded his head in my direction. He had slightly moved his bigger body infront of mine.

I could sense his unease and I'm sure he could feel mine.

The girls eyes slid back to me, and I swear I saw a small smirk and then it was gone when I blinked back into the sad confused one.

"Yes. No. Maybe? Charlie...right? They said I kept saying your names." She threw her arms up in disgust. "I can’t explain it Tom."

"So you know our names. Do you have a name?" I snapped.

"Teresa." She said immidiatly and crossed her arms.

Her name sent a sharp pain through my head.

I know that name! Just like I knew your name. She's familiar. But is she familiar because of The Changing or from before?

I have no idea, maybe she seems familiar..but I don't know.

You know I know you're talking.

I glared at her. Could she hear what we're saying or just knew we were talking.

Does she know what we're saying?

No idea. Let's try. She seems like a witch with a capital B.

Thomas snorted, trying to hide his laughter .

Teresa just stood in front of us, her face didn't change, she didn't flinch nothing.

Maybe it's like a phone, we have to like a conference call her.

That... actually makes sense.

You say that like your shocked.

I felt him chuckle.

"Are you two done?" She asked, her voice was snippy all of a sudden.

"No. Hold on, we were just talking about you." I snapped back.

"Okay... enough, Snips." Thomas rolled his eyes, he folded his arms and looked at the thin slender girl. "What else do you remember?"

She tucked some hair behind her ear, and bit her lip, thinking.