Darkness
It consumed her. She knew that she should be panicking, she should be trying to get out, slamming her fists on the hard, cold walls, screaming until her throat is hoarse. But she wasn't. She was calm. Unlike the others, what others? she thought to herself. What had made her think that.
"We'll finally be back together again. Don't worry. We'll be together soon. You'll be with your brother again." She heard a voice, it seemed to be in her head. She knew it was impossible, but some part of her accepted it, it felt familiar. It continued, saying the same phrases. Getting louder. It sounded like there was more than one voice. One high pitched, a girl, the other low, a boy. She couldn't remember her name, not her real one. She felt around on the floor and found a pen. She grabbed it and wrote just four words on her arm. She didn't know why, but she felt she had to, had to remember them.
A bright light shone in her eyes, she threw her hands up to her eyes. Eventually they adjusted to the light and she saw a group of boys. She should have been intimidated, scared. She couldn't remember anything. But something made her relax. She just looked at the boys and shrugged.
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Thomas POV (The rest of the whole story will be Thomas POV)
"Did she just shrug?" Minho asked, "Did she actually just shrug?"
Thomas didn't answer. He stood slack-jawed. He knew her. He knew he did.
Tom! It's her! We know her! Thomas heard Teresa in his mind.
I know, I know I know her but I don't know how, or who she is! Thomas said back.
"Who are y-" Minho started to ask but was interrupted by Newt. He ran past, knocking into Minho who began to protest but was cut off when Newt pointed at the girl.
"I know you. I remember you!" He shouted, "You...you...you! You're my sister! I remember you!"
Thomas felt like he should have been surprised. Maybe even jealous. Jealous of the memory, of the family. But he wasn't. Some part of him told him that he already knew that. He could speak to her like Teresa, who had felt her presence in the box.
"Get me the hell out of here." The girl said menacingly and the other Gladers obeyed and pulled her out of the box. Once she regained her footing, she shouted Newt's name as she pulled him in for an embrace. When she pulled away Thomas noticed the writing on the girls arm.
"What's that?" He asked, "What's that on your arm?"
"Hmm?" The girl asked looking down at her arm and noticing the writing, "Oh. Little, Newt, Thomas and Teresa. Just four names that were in my head when I was in that box thing." She said it so calmly, which was a contrast to the worried, confused looks, Newt, Teresa and himself were experiencing.
Why us? Why did she remember us? Thomas asked Teresa.
She helped. She was with us when we helped to make the maze. Tom. She is just like us. Teresa responded, but I mean, I know who you, Newt and I are but who is Little?
Little. She is Little. That is what we called her! Thomas said back, excitement lacing his voice as the prospect of his memory coming back, Newt's little sister, that's why we called her Little. I can't remember her real name though.
"Little." Newt says with a warm smile plastered on his face.
"Right. Family reunion over, back to work everyone." Minho orders, "All except from Thomas, Newt and Teresa."
As the other Gladers walk off to resume their usual jobs, Thomas walks forward to join the group of Gladers gathered around Minho.
"They said Teresa was the last one so why did you get sent in the box?" Minho said gesturing to Little as he spoke.
"Guess you boys didn't figure this out fast enough." Little said shrugging. Her voice was high, familiar. Thomas knew he had heard it multiple times before. Thomas could tell that Little was trying to seem confident, and whilst her strong, unwavering voice was helping, her hands were betraying her. She was tapping her hand against her leg, and whilst it may look like she is just bored, Thomas knew that he recognised that action. He knew that she did it when she was scared. Thomas instinctively went up and pulled her into a hug.
"No need to be scared. I'll keep you safe." He whispers into the girls ear, who he now realised is a lot smaller than him. She came up to about his shoulder, which is smaller than Newt and Teresa as well, this probably contributed to her nickname. Thomas felt Little smile as her face was pressed up against his shoulder.
"I hate to break this up but we have a maze to solve." Teresa said and Thomas heard almost a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"Do you know anything?" Minho asks Little and she just shakes her head, "Well what you're going to do is you are going to work with Newt and then when you aint working, the five of us are going to study this maze until you learn every single thing about it!"
Little nodded and walked to Newt, she held his hand in hers. Thomas turned round to look at Teresa.
Don't you think it's weird that they kept sending people down even after you? Thomas asked.
They must really need for us to get out. Not sure why though. Teresa said back shrugging. Thomas felt a memory, as if it was trying to squeeze between the bars of the cell it was locked in. Eventually it gave up and he lost it.
Suddenly, all the Gladers quietened. The silence was deafening and the tension could be cut with a knife. The silence was broken when Gladers began to shout. Thomas didn't know why at first and then he heard it.
The familiar clicking off a griever.