(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a Newt fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the glad...
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Right now, I need you here
I need you to stay strong
To remind me where I came from
and where I belong
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White walls...
Her blank stare rested on them.
Lost in the weight of this moment. So much pain. So much suffering. Memories burned into the back of her mind, once cherished, now nothing more than ghosts that haunted her, reminding her of the damage she'd caused...
the damage 'they' caused.
What had once been a vibrant home, bursting with laughter, filled with friends, warmth, and love, had withered into nothing but a cold, empty room.
Just white walls...
Stark, lifeless, and sterile. The colorful life she'd known had been drained, leaving behind a hollow shell, devoid of meaning or comfort.
She stood motionless, her eyes tracing the cracks in the paint, even as the vent above creaked open and a familiar voice echoed into the silence. But she didn't flinch. Didn't move. Didn't care. It was all over. There was nothing left to fight for.
"Good, you're still here. We need to go. Now." The voice broke through the stillness, urgent and frantic. Footsteps pounded against the floor, as he hurriedly shoved a few scattered belongings into a bag.
"They'll be coming for you soon. But if we leave now, we can still make it out."
He scrambled, desperate to pack whatever she had left, but she barely noticed. His words felt distant, like echoes in a cavern. Everything he said sounded so far away as if he were reaching out to pull her back from a cliff she had already jumped off of.
She just sat there, her fingers numb, her heart heavier than it had ever been. Why bother escaping, when she'd been trapped long before they had even come for her?
But she remained motionless, her blank stare fixed on the wall as if the weight of everything had drained her of the will to move.
"Are you even listening to me?" His voice cracked, the panic rising in it.
"We have to go. Now. We can make it to the right arm... and don't try to talk me out of this, cause we're going no matter what. Okay?" His tone softened as he added, "Please, just come with me." His eyes, wide and pleading, searched her face for any sign of a response, any flicker of hope that she would listen.
