Undivided [Book Three] COMPLETED

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A/N: I have to formally apologize for the alarming amount of italics in this chapter, it's so many 😭

The door swiped open, and they all looked over to see Janson sauntering in with a gentle smile, "Come on, folks. We're going to the cafeteria, where you can eat whatever you want. Come along now, we don't have all day."

With a sigh, Charlotte forced her screaming limbs to move as she got up, joints pleading her to stop. She ignored them and stood straight, cradling her wrist. It was aching tremendously, and she winced as she made contact with the cast. The boys stood up with her, all casting each other a curious gaze. Everyone followed him through the metal doors slowly, and conversations struck up between the Thomas and Minho as she walked behind them, staring at the tiles.

"I say we escape after we eat." Minho reasoned, "We need the energy, am I right?" "I agree. I could really eat a horse right now." "You two are bloody idiots."

Minho slowed and walked beside her and nudged her arm, and she ripped her gaze from counting the tiles to him, "Are you hungry?" She shrugged, mumbling, "Not really." "Really? When was the last time you ate?"

Charlotte hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yesterday." Minho pulled his lips to the side while gazing at her, but she kept her look straight and continued to walk, not bothered by her answer. Yesterday she decided that she would refuse food until she was released, but clearly the plan didn't need to be initiated. Either way, hunger wasn't a question, considering she felt numb from the pain in her wrist and head. All she wanted to do was curl into herself and close her eyes.

God, who have I become?

The ginger couldn't even comprehend how she used to function. She couldn't muster the strength and courage to be the girl who had so much energy, who had so much fight. She never gave up, she liked a good challenge. But now, if she had a flag, she'd paint it white and raise it. All of that fire must be in the ponytail.

Thomas abruptly caught her elbow and dragged her into an abandoned room, making her squeak in surprise, and gently shut the door behind him. The only light source was a dingy lightbulb, causing her vision to be incredibly poor.

"What the hell were you talking about in your head?" He hissed lowly, staring at her with frantic eyes while closing in on her.

"Thomas, they're gonna wonder where we are." She seethed, walking over to the door and grabbing the door knob. He quickly sprinted over and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around, "No, we have to talk about this! Now what were you talking about? Killing one of them?"

She sighed while not breaking eye contact, shifting from leg to leg.

If I tell you, people die, Tommy. She whispered in her head, and he could see her eyes gloss over in fear. Who will die?

She hesitated, her breath hitching in her throat painfully. She pursed her lips while crossing her arms, being careful of her wrist.

Me.

"What?" He gasped, and she shushed him, "Be quiet!" "But you just told me that you're dying!"

"Oh my god, Thomas! Be quiet!"

Explain right now, or I will scream.

She glared at him with a grumble of annoyance.

I can't.

He breathed in harshly and while opening his mouth wide, and she stumbled over to him, slapping a hand over his mouth, growling, "This isn't a game, Tommy, quit being a child!" She lowered her voice, "This is serious, and if they knew that I'm telling someone, I'm as good as dead. I'm not taking any chances."