A new girl in the glade falls hopelessly in love with Newt, but what happens when her past unfolds. Lilah can no longer hide from the truth. She must face her battles. While balancing her live life. Easier said than done.
✰Will Lilah choose...
Thinking 'bout you, Thinking 'bout you, Add it to your thoughts
I Smoked Away My Brain - A$AP Rocky (I'm God x Demons Mashup) _________________________________
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The sound of metal clashing against concrete, over and over fills my ears. I look to the left, seeing Thomas carve his name into one of the glades walls, using a sharp knife. He looked at the wall, taking multiple pauses between each letter.
It's been four days. Or is it five? My mind has been in a haze, I can't seem to remember anything. How long have we've been here? It couldn't have more than a week. Yet it felt like we've been there forever.
The darkness under my eyes became relevant and noticeable. I couldn't sleep last night either. The whole night I was staring at the ceiling while tossing a turn in my bed. Hopefully, I wasn't being too loud. Newt was sound a sleep from working hard the previous day.
And when I did fall asleep I had a weird dream. In my dreams I was sitting down in a field of flowers. The sun setting below the clouds and birds peacefully chirping. Not a soul in sight. The wind brushed against my hot skin and I instantly felt calm.
Towards the end I heard a voice calling my name, but when I turned around the sun shines in my eyes and the figure in the distance isn't seen. I could make out their figure but not any appearance.
Who was that?
When I woke up I kept on feeling weird. Not a good weird. A bad weird.
When I tried to go back to sleep, the minute I closed my eyes a thought or memory, I believed pooped into my mind. You might think that is a good thing. I'm gaining my memories back. I should be happy or at least excited, but no it's not a good thing. Whenever I feel like I'm going to remember something, my mind goes blank. Like it's purposely teasing me. And the weird part is. No glader regains their memory.
"Are you going to put your name down?" Thomas hit my arm with his elbow, nudging me.
I held a knife in my hand, staring at the wall. If I put my name down it feels like i'm committing to this place. Like it's official. That this is my new home now.
I mentally read most of the names carved in the wall. Some had a line crossing out the name. I trailed a finger down one of the lines that covered a name.
"What do you think the line means?" I asked Thomas. There wasn't a lot of names with the lines, but enough for it to be noticeable and catch my attention.
He shrugged. "Death"
I snapped my head to the brunette. "Death?" I questioned, looking back at the wall I began counting all the crossed out names.
