015- I remember

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Thomas' Pov:

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My memories.

A searing pain tears through my skull, brain overloading with years worth of information which was stripped away from me.

It plays in my head like a video tape, every single interaction I've ever had. The tape rewinds itself. Images, faces, and voices meshing together in a colourful blend. I feel every touch, every emotion once again.

Despair, helplessness, uncertainty, comfort, jealousy, happiness, pain, warmth, guilt and love. A life which I've never known passes by me.

The tape shuts off. A black screen presenting itself forth in my mind.

I'm everything I hoped I wouldn't be.

Is this true? Is this who I am?

I worked with WCKED, hand in hand. Teressa was there too, we were special to them, for a reason still unknown to me. We designed this maze, the monsters, the glade, I studied my friends like lab rats. I analyzed them, input statistics into computers, documented their brain activity, and their every move.

This maze isn't a prison or a punishment, its a science experiment.

I sat by and watched my friends go through hardships like no other, I witnessed their pain, loss, and suffering. When they were starving, I watched. When one was injured, and I jotted down some notes. When one was running for their life, I observed their cerebral cortex.

They tried to convince me I was doing this for a noble cause, the greater good. I believed them for while, no matter how guilty it made me feel. I could handle it just barely because they promised me they wouldn't touch the one person I couldn't be without.

When that one person was stripped away from me I lost it.

When they took her, I lost it.

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Consciousness hits me.

I find myself resting on something soft, delicate hands running through my hair. It brings an overwhelming sense of comfort, something I haven't felt in a long time.

For a moment, I forget all my newfound memories and bask in the feeling of being in her arms once more.  I haven't been with her in two years- well I have for a few days, but not remembering who she was.

It doesn't feel real.

She doesn't remember me, doesn't remember us.

After another moment of pretending to be asleep, my eyes slowly flutter open. I stare up at her, she hasn't realized I've woken up yet.

I want to get up and hold her, apologize, and make up for the time we've lost, but I know can't. She barely knows me.

Her jaw moves as she speaks to someone, hands still subconsciously weaving through my hair.

"Thomas! Are you okay?" Chuck exclaims. Her hands stop moving, gaze snaping down to me.

No- chuck why?

"You dumbass! What the hell were you thinking!" She scolds, eyes narrowing in on me. I re-adjust my head in her lap.

There's Y/n.

I sit up groggily, even though that's the last thing I want to do.

"Uh- what happened?" my eyes glance around the stone walls which surround me, and the faces of Newt, Minho, Chuck, and Teressa peaking through the makeshift bamboo door. Why am I in the pit again?

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