The Blackbird's Cage || TMR fanfic

Chapter 3

Raven's POV

I sat on a wicker chair, next to the unconscious girl lying in the Homestead.
"Please wake up," I said, brushing a few stray hairs off her face. After only a day, I was seriously missing having a girl around. As much as I loved the all the Gladers, I was looking forward to meeting another girl.
As for this particular girl, there was something different about her. Something that sent my mind reeling. I could've sworn I'd seen her before, but as usual, I had no idea where or when.

Frustrated, I smashed my foot into the wooden wall of the Homestead. I sank to the floor, letting my head fall into my hands. Those "WICKED" people had taken everything away from me, but I was determind to get it all back despite them. They took my brother, my best friend and all my memories to top it off.
A small noise from the girl's bed me pulled me from my thoughts. I scrambled to my feet; I was over at her bedside in only a few seconds. The girl was lying on the bed, staring at me with shocked eyes.

"Raven?" She whispered. "Why are you here? You weren't part of the plan."
"Uh..." I stammered, completely taken by surprise.

How does she remember my name? She had to remember some sort of plan too...but what is the 'plan' she's talking about? Which Gladers to send in?

"Never mind about that, Rae," the girl waved her hand blearily. "I can feel myself weakening again, and I'm not sure how long I'll be out for this time. Is Tom okay?" She asked.
I nodded. The girl sighed in relief.
"Good," she said. "I probably won't remember this conversation when I wake up again, Raven; I might not remember anything at all. The process has already started and I can feel my memories slipping away." She had a panicked look in her eyes for a few seconds, before she managed to calm down again. "Can you get me a pen?" She asked.

I nodded, running as fast as I could to the next room, where I'd seen a pen earlier that morning. I ran back in a few seconds later. The girl was lying down with her hand out for the pen. I placed it in her outstretched palm and took a step back.

"What's your name?" I asked her. She seemed to consider this for a moment.
"My parents called me Deedee," she said, taking the lid off the pen. "But that hasn't been my name for years. I'm Teresa now."

She turned her attention away from me, and towards the pen. Her strength was already failing - she looked like she was about to faint. She focused all her remaining energy on writing on her arm. "Just so I don't forget," she breathed as unconsciousness washed over her once again.
"Teresa?" I said, hesitantly shaking her shoulder. When she didn't stir, I picked up her limp arm to see what she wrote.

WICKED is good

I dropped her arm, staring down at the girl. Of all things you'd want to remember, why would you choose that? How could WICKED possibly be good? I took a few steps back and slumped into the wicker chair again, allowing my eyes to close.

I heard the now familiar closing of the doors, shuddering involuntarily as an unwanted panic overtook me. I could feel the walls of the maze closing in around me, confining me for the night, though I was silently thanking whoever made the Glade so big. If it weren't for that, I would've gone insane already.

"Rae!" Tom called as he ran up the stairs to the third floor. "You up here?"
"Here," I said meekly from my chair, waiting for him to come in.
"Dinner's ready," he grinned. I nodded, still looking at the ground.
"Okay." I said quietly. Tom came over and knelt in front of me and took my hand.
"Hey. You okay, Raven?" He said, concerned. I sighed.
"Yeah. Just, y'know...still claustrophobic," I muttered loud enough for him to hear. He nodded understandingly.
"Well, we can't miss dinner over something we can't change," he said, getting to his feet and pulling me up too. He threw an arm around my shoulders as we walked out of the room, leaving Teresa on her own. I smiled, wrapping my arm around him too.
"Y'know," Tom began, "Even though I can't remember, I have a feeling I haven't seen you in ages, Rae."
I stopped walking suddenly, causing him to almost trip over me.
"That's because you haven't, Tom," I whispered as a memory came flooding back.