𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

085 - Fragile

CHAPTER 85
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

I've been sitting here for quite some time.

But in no lab. I'm on a train and this time my hands are tied together with a chain. Another way WICKED proves us what we are to them.

Testaments. Experiments. Lab rats.

Since what happened with Daphne there has been a long time. Maybe just a few hours, maybe days, or maybe even months.

The memory of her last time smiling at me is still there. I know it has been weeks because I have seen her in my nightmares for such a long time.

I am fragile. Defenseless. Powerless.

After what happened I gave up protesting. I couldn't fight anymore. I gave up every hope I had.

They continued doing tests but I felt even more drained. Also, our meals were barely a sandwich after one point. I know that doctors wouldn't agree on not giving us good nutrition-for the sake of the blood tests-but I know Janson is behind it all.

He is a torturer and a murderer.

Even some days I wouldn't eat the sandwich. I've lost power. I've lost anything in my body.

I've lost hope.

I didn't have a mirror but was sure there was a nasty wound on my cheek. It is from the day Daphne died in my arms. I didn't let go of her body. They wanted to take me-take her body-and who knows if they would even bury her?

They were heartless enough to kill her and make me watch. Hold me with no emotion knowing that-that event-could happen to their own kids one day.

Also, it is getting harder and harder to remember them. Remember what my friends look like. I can barely remember Newt's voice when he called me love and told me he loved me. How he whispered my name through his breaths when we would be together in my hut.

I can't remember the warm sensation his body provided against mine. When we collided our lips and bodies and his hands were holding my waist. When he sucked my neck.

My friends. I can't remember them well. Their voices and faces are getting blurry.

Thomas. I can't see a clear image of my brother in my mind. Of my own blood.

I hadn't talked to anyone in a long time and I didn't even know where Minho was. WICKED took him at the same time as they took me, but we weren't in the same wagon.

Who knew if Minho even was near me?

Is he even alive?

All of us are drained and tortured in different ways. Who says that he made it through it?

I shiver at the thought. I can only hope he's alright. At least better than I.

Sonya and Aris sat a few rows in front of me. Just looking at Sonya makes me miss Newt. I never got the chance to tell him Sonya was his sister. When I was about to everything fell apart.

I start to wonder if I ever will get the chance.

Suddenly I heard footsteps on top of the wagon. Is someone walking on top of it? With any energy I have left, I look up. Confusion is washing over my face and I hear no movement. No one is walking up there.

It was...nothing.

Am I turning insane? Am I driving into madness?

Until, when a few minutes later-