➊ 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨, ᵗᵐʳ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟐: 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

I didn't sleep at all that night, I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember all I could. Thomas. That boy made no sense; he came up earlier than others, and he had the balls to beat Gally.

I twisted around in the mattress, sighing as I closed my eyes for what seemed like the tenth time of the night. Behind my iris, all I could see was his face.

His brown hair and almond eyes stared at me like he knew something I didn't. Almost as if we shared a secret. No matter what I thought of, his orbs wouldn't wander off.

That was until his face became clearer and I noticed something else. He wore a white shirt. On the right sleeve was written in black ink, "Propriety Of W.C.K.D."

I tried to open my eyes, trying to get away from this view, yet my eyes wouldn't open. I tried to move my libs, but I remained in the same position. Stupid bracelet, I thought.

Thomas looked up, but not at me, at a screen. I could make out some numbers and statistics, but nothing was worth my attention. Something caught my eye. A female walked behind him.

I didn't see her face, but something told me she was pretty. The kind of pretty you couldn't look away from. The same way I denied to see Minho.

"I can do this." She whispered down at the brunette. They were never addressing me, as if this were someone else's memory.

I woke up with a stud. My head was pounding and my feet were aching. My right hand was clenched, something was hitching inside it. I gently unwrapped my fingers. I saw one of the used papers with scribbled writing on it. This one was the girl's.

It was Teresa—the betrayer.

I lost belief in a lot of stuff waking up the Glade, but one thing I would never have believed in was coincidences. I remembered a faceless woman, one who was labelled a traitor.

I should have been worried, fearful of her rank. Yet, I only did the opposite. The creators loved to fool us, so perhaps they wanted me to despite her while she was really my only option.

Again, everything was hypothetical. Maybe for all this time I only went crazy.

I groaned as I slipped on a new outfit, a long-sleeved black shirt with green shorts. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but I couldn't bring myself to find sleep again.

I wandered in the Glade, the grass crunched against my feet. The morning dew clung to my skin like butter on bread. A few bugs flew around me, they really owned the place in the Glade.

I yawned as I reached the homestead, Frypan wasn't awake yet. I sat down on a trunk, staring down at my shoes. My brain was empty, every thought entered one ear and left from the other.

A ladybug crawled on my lace, but it wasn't red or orange. No, it was pink. A pink that could only mean its species had been through decades of wrongdoing.

"What's in that tiny body of yours?" I asked, mostly to myself.

Before I could imagine an answer, I heard Alby murmuring. If that's what he was trying to do, he did a bad job at it. I could still hear him from a distance.

Thomas was at his side, when he saw me he simply waved. I didn't reply.

Soon enough, I realized why Alby was waking him up so early. He had a car knife in his pocket as he handed it to the Greenie.

In the hard rock, he made a place for his name. Carving his own place in this world. Even from a distance, all I saw when I looked at him was that weird memory.

I had just gotten used to it but now, every time I thought about it, it made my head throb. I stood up, I don't know how long it had been since I woke up. If I even did.