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"Evan!"
She jolted up, gasping for air. Her chest tightened and her eyes blurred with tears. She clenched her jaw and shook her head vigorously, her hands clasping over her ears.
It was always the same voice. Crying out her name. Screaming for her. Over and over again. It physically hurt her to hear it night after night. It resonated through her head, rang between her ears. It followed her during the day, cried out when she zoned out.
It was everywhere and it was driving her insane.
Evanna bit her bottom lip to stop it from quivering. Her body was trembling, her breathing erratic. Her heart was thud, thud, thudding against her ribcage and she wanted it all to just stop. To go away. Whoever yelled her name, whoever sounded so pained, she wanted them to stop.
Why was this, and brown eyes the only thing her memories allowed her to remember?
Wiping harshly at her cheeks, Evan let her head fall into her hands. Something was pushing against her skull. Almost as if it was trying to say, "hi, hello, remember me? Remember what happened?".
Reaching out blindly, the girl snatched the pill bottle from beside her bed and opened the cap. She took one and downed it with water. The temptation to take another one was strong, but she stopped herself. Reminded herself that one pill was enough to make it go away. She didn't need another.
There was a knock on her door. She sighed heavily. Throwing the blankets from her, Evan placed her feet on the cold floor. Her room wasn't much of an upgrade from the one she had in the Scorch.
It was just as bare, just as simple. A desk by a barred window, a small en suite with a shower and a toilet and a dresser by the door. There was a bunk, but she was the only one sleeping in the room. Evan huffed; the bunk only made her feel lonelier. There was an empty feeling in her chest. One that always made itself known whenever she thought about how alone she was.
It felt as though she was missing something. Something important. Though no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember what she was missing. And she wanted to, so badly. If only to get rid of the emptiness.
Another knock. Evan groaned.
"Yeah, yeah," she huffed out, waving her hand dismissively at the door. "I'm coming."
"Ten minutes, miss," a voice replied.
Evan rolled her eyes. The 'miss' had bothered her ever since they started calling her that. What was she, forty years old? She blamed Janson for promoting her.
