i know that
if i die, my
only choice is
still defending
★
you shall go west,
and face the one who has turned,
you shall find what was stolen,
and see it safely returned,
you shall be betrayed by
one who calls you a friend,
and you shall fail to...
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"Mother."
Thèrèse jolted awake. It was like a nightmare that she couldn't escape, something that kept on haunting her, reminding her of what she had lost.
She lay there, the sweats dripping from her scalps, uncomfortable but somewhat used to this routine.
She looked around, the vision still playing in her mind. She could still hear her mother's voice inside her head, like a memory that she couldn't forget.
She was trapped, she wasn't in her right mind, she was in a strange place between her life and the ones she had missed.
She was tired, so tired of it all, it was like a curse she couldn't get rid of, a memory she couldn't forget no matter how much she tried.
It wasn't anything new, but the pain was still excruciating.
"Mama?" Thèrèse keeps calling for her mother, not caring that the call will never be answered.
The painful memories keep playing in her mind, the ones that she wants to forget, but that always come back and force themselves into her thoughts. She can't seem to shake them off.
The dark room and the music box were her only source of comfort in that moment, so she clung to them.
The music box would remind her of her mother, and when she would listen to it, she could close her eyes and picture her mother happily humming along to the music.
That music box was her link to her mother, to her childhood, to her past before the Flare.
Whenever she took it into her hand, she could remember her as if time had stopped when she died.
The music box brought her comfort, a comfort she needed at this time.
She stayed there, laying down, holding the music box close to her in a desperate attempt to keep that tiny light of warmth alive.
The thought of being a traitor kept on coming back to her mind, it was something that was always there. She was in a state of doubt and confusion, she didn't know where she belonged anymore.
She wasn't accepted by WCKD, the Gladers wouldn't trust her, she felt like she was a burden to everyone around her.
The Flare had caused so much suffering, so much pain, so much death, and yet she was one of the ones responsible for letting the virus survive.
"Traitors..." She whispered to herself, she couldn't help but feel guilty about this. She felt guilty about that, she felt responsible, and she wanted to fix what she had done.
"I'll survive," She said to herself, "I have to make up for my sins."
She felt a presence.
She wanted to believe it was just her mind playing on her again, but she had enough time to recognize it... it was her best friend...
