Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Long-Lost Siblings Part 2-Thomas

Dedicated to ScorchedThomas2922

A few days after Janson took me to a separate hallway, there was a lot of commotion from the area he took me. I've heard whispers among the staff about a group of kids breaking out. The day after it happened, the door to my bunk opened revealing a guy in his early twenties.

"Y/N?" He asked as he stood in the doorway. I watched as he quickly looked over his shoulder.

"That's me," I said under my breath. I took a step back when he stepped more into my room.

"It's okay," he said raising his hands like he thought that would make me feel better. "I need you to come with me."

"No," I said quickly.

"Y/N," he sighed. "I need you to trust me. I was sent in to get you out. Specifically. I'm from a group of people called, the Right Arm."

"The Right Arm," I stuttered. "That doesn't. . . That doesn't make sense. Why were you sent for me specifically?"

"I don't have time to explain, Y/N. Just, please. I need to get you back to camp quickly and safely." His pleading threw me off. The way his voice sounded desperate made me trust him. I nodded, gasping when he immediately grabbed my hand and started pulling me down the hallway.

By some miracle, we were able to get out of the building without being spotted. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was dressed as a guard and it looked like he was taking me to get more tests done. Or maybe it was because the area I was relocated to was deserted.

* * * * *

I've been with the Right Arm for a little over a week now. For the time that I've been here, everyone has been treating me oddly. Not with anger in their eyes, or fear. It was more like hope.

And some even recognized me. Like Mary. When I first got to the camp, she came up and wrapped me in a tight hug, claiming that they had been waiting for me. She still hasn't told me why they were waiting for me, but she made an effort to ensure I was comfortable.

My first night at the Right Arm, I started having dreams. They were always different, but I always remembered them when I woke up. The only consistent detail of the dreams was who was in it; me and a boy a few years older than me.

My first dream was short and simple. We were walking down a hallway. He looked as if he was 9 or 10 and I was about 6.

~•~

"Tommy," I whispered holding the boy's hand. I looked up when I felt him squeeze my hand. "I don't like this place."

"Y/N," he sighed.

"It's so. . . Clean. I mean, everything is so white and it smells funny."

"Because it's safe."

I nervously started picking at my lips. The boy I called Tommy knelt down and pulled my hand away from my lips, making me stop my nervous habit.

"Y/N, remember how mom explained that people were getting sick and that's why we had to come here? To keep from getting sick?"

I nodded my head, wanting to go back to picking at the dry skin of my lips. Tommy smiled as he rubbed my arms reassuringly.

"Well, that's why it smells funny," he explained. "Because they are keeping us safe and healthy. Do you understand?"

I nodded as he stood back up and took my hand in his. Even though Tommy was trying to reassure me, I couldn't get rid of the scared feeling inside me.