No Stopping Now [The Scorch Trials] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Memories.

Beep.  Beep.  Beep.

Katherine laid on her empty bed, staring up at the ceiling. The steady beeping of the heart monitor on her left was the only thing that kept her sane in the silent, empty room.

She missed Thomas, she missed his presence, his comforting warmth, his protective arms, his handsome face, his reassuring smile, his gorgeous eyes.

She missed everything about him.

She always yelled at the scientist, demanding to see her boyfriend. But everytime she did they gave her the same responses.

Not possible.

We need to do more tests.

You’ll see him later, possibly tomorrow.

Two more samples, then you’ll get to see him.

They’ve been doing that for two days now. It made Katherine sick, why couldn’t she just see him?

Katherine sighed and rubbed a certain spot on her neck, it burned and she removed her fingers.

“You should not touch the mark, miss.”

The scientists scolded her gently when they first gave her the strange mark, it burned. And ever since that day she’d get these—these dreams.

She’d get memories.

She hated what they’ve done, she wanted it gone, she wanted her memories gone, she wanted to forget them all over again. . .

Katherine’s eyes dart towards the opening door, a few scientists step in and smile at Katherine.

Two men, one women.

She only blinks at them slowly, then she turns her head towards the ceiling again.

Her heart beat was slowing slightly, she wasn’t dying. . . But she did feel like she was rotting on the inside.

She couldn’t sleep though, every time she tried, her memories would just wake her up again.

Scientists tried to give her pills so she could sleep, but she always vomited them back up. Her body refused everything they gave her.

“Hello, Katherine. . . We’re going to take another blood sample, okay?” A scientist said in a voice that you’d use on a toddler or someone hard of hearing.

“This is stupid. I’m not stupid. Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.” Katherine hissed weakly.

Katherine rolled on her stomach and they moved her short hair out of the way, she winced as they touched the mark on her neck.

“Hm,” A woman hummed and tapped away on her device. “It’s not healing like it should be. . . Is this a sign?”

“Probably. Let’s give it some more time, just to be sure. Then, if our assumptions are correct and she has the disease then we’ll simply put her down.” One man responded smoothly.

“Should we check the other teens? How about the one that’s not immune? Subject A5. More tests should be run on him to see if she gave him the disease.” The other man said.

They continued chatting away while Katherine rolled back on her back.

Tears welled up in her ears and rolled down the side of her face, Katherine shut her eyes and began to cry.