Someone Worth Lying For

11) Who We Were

We had just spent the day walking. Nothing interesting about it. Nothing fun. Nothing worth a second thought.

I mean the deadly virus in our heads was, but there's nothing we can do about it. Nothing but walk and pretend we didn't.

This sucks. It does. Life always seems to suck, but we’ll just keep going. That was all there was to do.

Somehow, that was comforting. Knowing the terrible parts were out of our control. It meant we hadn't done anything wrong

Aris though, I wasn't so sure about him. Whoever he truly was isn't what he's showing now. Personality wise, he’s not bad.

Motive wise, that’s still unknown.

Aris’s P.O.V

I don't know how I’m supposed to sleep. Between the way I know what I’m going to have to do to Thomas and Y/N being just a few feet away from me, shutting my eyes was impossible.

Teresa? Are you awake?

Unfortunately.

Can I ask you something then?

Sure.

If we weren't raised being told WICKED is good, do you think we would still believe it?

She didn't say anything back. To be fair, it was a pretty heavy question with a very complex answer. One that would mean acknowledging all the things that we helped make happen.

No. Nobody else thinks it is so no. We wouldn't.

Does that mean they aren't good?

They have good intentions. They have good goals.

Yeah. I guess.

Aris, don't doubt them now. At least not until it's over. Focus on the mission. We can't screw this up.

Yeah. I know.

Okay. Then, goodnight Aris.

Yeah. Goodnight Teresa.

Well, that gave me more to think about. Somehow, I’m even more awake.

Turning over on my side, I faced absolutely nobody as my mind kept racing. I had to tell myself they're good for days after that night, and now what? I just have to do it again?

I don't know. I don't, and I’m not going to for a while. I don't think I know what I want. I’m pretty sure I’m having an identity crisis in my teenage years. It's not really the most conventional time, but I can't exactly just stop it.

I wish I was as sure about myself as Y/N always is.

This is all insane. This is insane, and I’m going to lay here, wallow in regrets, and stress myself to sleep. I know. How healthy.

° ° ° ° °

She was in pain. She was hurt. She was bloody and bruised and breathing heavily.

I didn't ask what happened. I just patted the spot in front of me. She didn't say what happened. She just took it.

Getting out the first aid kit I had stolen for times like this, I slowly pulled her shirt off, leaving her in usual tank top. Seeing her shoulders scratched and still bleeding, I grabbed the wipes and disinfected the cuts. She winced for a moment but quickly put her hand over mine to let me know to not stop. Doing as she silently requested, I wiped the blood from her skin before throwing it in the trash by my bed. Getting another out, I did the same to her other one. Hissing in pain, she shut her eyes as I helped her out the only way I could.