Tired of Running

42|| their new lives

// no i don't know
which way i'm going,
but i can hear
my way around \\

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    Harper lay in the top bunk staring up at the ceiling.  Her heart pounded and her thoughts raced; anxiety threatened to drown her. 
"Teresa, where do you think the boys were taken?"  Teresa hummed in response, not paying attention to her question.
"I said where do you think the boys were taken."  Harper sat up and hung upside down from her bed, looking down at Teresa.

Teresa rolled onto her back, "They're in a room like ours; all of them."  Harper tilted her head; Teresa responded before she had asked,
"I've been communicating with Thomas..."
Right.  Harper wished she could do that; to just hear Newt's voice, have Minho assure her everything was okay. 
"Everything's going to be okay..."
Teresa looked at her, giving a sad smile.
Harper nodded, pulling the blankets over her head.  Maybe it was going to be okay, but she didn't believe it.  And the reassurance only meant something if it came from Newt...

~~~

    Harper tossed and turned, her thoughts always drifting to Newt and Minho.  There was no way to keep track of time. She estimated by the instinct feeling based on the time it had been in the glade.  Exhaustion covered her, but the sting of loss was stronger.  It felt early- around two or so in the morning.  Unfamiliar noises started buzzing in her ears;  it was silent- besides Teresa ruffling in the sheets above her- but it wasn't the quiet of the glade. 

    Harper huffed and stood to her feet.  Without knowing the whereabouts or state of her friends, sleep wasn't an option.  She stumbled into the bathroom, the events of the past few days trying to pull her out of consciousness.  Harper closed the bathroom door and before she could even sit, the tears were falling.  She cried until she couldn't breathe, the horrors and loss just from the past few days finally drowning her.  Gasping for air, she closed her eyes tightly.  Her knuckles where white as she leaned back against the wall. 

    As her heart rate slowed, her breathing evened out, faces flashed in her mind.
Stephen.
Ben.
Gally.
Alby.
Chuck.
All of her friends.
All dead.

    All she needed was Newt's comforting arms around her, Minho's reassuring sarcastic remark, Thomas's familiar feeling.  Shaking, Harper pulled herself to her feet and turned the shower on.  With head bowed and eyes closed, she let the warm water run over her, washing off the dried blood, all the memories, all the horrors.

  A crash caused Harper to jump- slipping and falling.  "Shuck it..."  She rubbed her elbow and jumped to her feet, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her quickly.  Footsteps pounded through the room, followed by a scream.  "Shuck-"  Harper hopped on one foot, pulling her clothes back on before she was even dry.  A door slammed, leaving a silence again.

    Harper took a deep breath, opening the bathroom door again.  Immediately the emptiness of the room hit her-
Teresa was gone.  Panic filled Harper before she could clearly think. 
"Shuck shuck shuck shuck..."
She backed up, taking in her surroundings.
She was alone.  Completely alone. 
Teresa was gone. 
Harper didn't do anything to stop it... 

~~~

    Somewhere between the panic, fear and exhaustion, Harper had given into sleep. 
Far away, somewhere in her dreams, a voice was calling her name.  It was a familiar voice; soft and calm.  Harper?
The voice grew louder, now joined by others.
Harper?  Harper!
A crash followed the voices; Harper turned in her sleep, twitching nervously.
HARPER!

    A hand was on her arm, scaring Harper out of her sleep.  She sat up, her eyes wide, adjusting the brightness of the sun's rays.
There were people in her room.
Right next to her- in her room.
Newt.  Minho.  Thomas. 
"Did you have a nice nap?"
Minho was looking at her, his classic smirk laying on his lips.  Harper stood to her feet,
"What are you doing here?  Are you okay?"
Newt pulled her into a hug before anyone answered.  Harper buried face in his chest, finally smiling.  They were all here...
Safe.  "Where's Teresa?"
Shuck.