2.. i need to forget

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Nancy wanted to run

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Nancy wanted to run.

She had so much to forget, so much to try and erase out of her mind, but it seemed impossible.

The papers with drawings of those she lost, with her memories of the world outside, with her thoughts on the whole situation in general, they were everywhere, haunting her, tormenting her, hurting her, she couldn't get rid of them.

She was trapped, trapped in her own world, trapped in her own mind, she was trapped in her memories of the past.

Her childhood with her parents and her twin, their times together before the Scorch, their moments of happiness, their innocence.

And yet, she can't go back there, she can't run away, she can't escape this reality.

The flashbacks showed her memories, and she couldn't stop thinking about them.

She saw herself back in the Maze, running away in fear. She saw the faces of the girls she loved and cared for, dying before her eyes. She saw Newt's face, looking at her with such love.. before she left him.

She saw Vicky.

Vicky, the one she had spent years blaming herself for her death, the one that was taken away from her life to soon, too soon.

Vicky had always been there for her, even if they had their differences, they were still together as a team.

She saw Vicky so clearly in front of her. Even when she tried to run, it was impossible to escape her memories.

She saw every detail of her best friend's face, heard her voice, remembered every single time they were together.

She remembered her best friend, but also blamed herself at the time. She wished she could have saved her, that she could have done something, anything, but now, she felt like nothing could make it right, nothing could help her get rid of the pain she felt every time she thought of her.

The papers with her memories of Vicky were some of the most prominent, since she remembered and blamed herself for her death so much.

Nancy couldn't bring herself to get rid of these papers no matter how hard she tried, it was like she wanted to hold onto the memory somehow.

Her mind was like a maze itself, the papers representing the thoughts running around her mind, which were a true chaos.

"Shuck–" Nancy cursed, using the Glader slang when the ink of the quill she's using to write suddenly snapped.

"Dammit..."

Nancy threw the quill aside in frustration, it had snapped at just the right moment, when she was in the middle of something really important.

"I don't have time for this..." she said angrily, picking up another quill and starting to write again.

She seemed focused and determined, but her thoughts were a mess.

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