"How much are you willing to sacrifice for what you desire?" Her mother.

"First I should know what I desire." She played dumb.

"Oh, honey." And her voice felt as sticky as honey - hard to wash away. "You already do."

Vivienne woke up with a headache and nausea. Pushing herself up, and massaging her temple only seemed to make things worse.

What do I desire? - She asked herself, her mother's words echoing in her head. She ran her shaky hand through her hair.

I could use a shower. - She thought as she felt how greasy her hair was. She would have taken it the previous evening if Alby hadn't interrogated her for so long. Of course, she told him she had no idea why she remembered and that she remembered nothing else. It left her wondered if saying the truth would change anything.

"Vi?" Someone called from outside. She heard him knock twice before the door opened.

"I didn't say come in." She fought the urge to roll her eyes at Gally. "I could've been naked." He chose to ignore her.

"You're missing breakfast," he announced, "Get up, get dressed, and go before there's nothing left." His tone wasn't cold - just very Gally-like.

"Oh... Yeah, thanks." She nodded slowly. He sighed and shook his head, eyes focused on the floor.

"You good?" he mumbled.

"I don't know," Was an honest, but not satisfying answer. "Others... How are they taking it?"

"Newt's trying to keep them all calm, while Alby closed himself in the homestead with only a stick up his shucking arse." Perhaps if circumstances were different, she would have laughed. Yet, she managed to give him a weak smile before he left. She didn't feel hungry, but got up and dressed as Gally told her to anyway.

She managed to avoid talking to anyone - Newt, as Gally had said, was too busy to even look at her, Minho was already in the maze, Legend was helping Fry with lunch and Gally was bossing people around, and everyone else seemed warry of her - not that she blamed them, she wasn't her biggest fan, either, then.

"So um uh... You uh... have a brother?" Peter stuttered from behind her.

"I guess," sighed without turning to look at him.

"Do you remember what he looks like?"

"Why?" she grimaced. Of all people why was he the one interested in the matter?

"Just curious," he shrugged. "Must be great to know someone's out there waiting for you."

The statement left her wondering if they managed to get out one day would her family be waiting for her with opened arms. She recalled the conversation she had once upon a time with Gally, and somehow she found herself agreeing with him. She no longer thought of her family - she actually tried avoiding the topic. She became scared of the voice in her head and even though she didn't know who her mother was or even what she looked like, but the things she heard her say...

"Hey, what's with the face?" Oh, she would recognize that sassiness everywhere.

"Out of the maze already, babe?"

"I have a day off today, spidey," he winked at her. As much as Vivienne hated the nickname she was glad he wasn't bringing up the latest events. "It's cleaning day." He rolled his eyes before he looked at the walls.

"So you'd rather run the maze than clean?"

"Sloppers do all the job," he shrugged, "but... yeah. Would you believe I hate miking?"

"Never in a million years, she chuckled, "How about we find you something to do?"

"Nah, I'm good. I don't shucking have a day off to do your dirty job."

"Alright there, mister, my job is not dirty. I just draw a project of whatever Gally wants."

"That's it?" He raised his eyebrow. Vivienne just rolled her eyes at him not wanting to get herself caught up in a discussion she couldn't win. After all, how would she explain to Minho that architect's job was way harder than his little brain could comprehend?

Later that day Vivienne laid flat on her stomach on her bed with her notebook in front of her. She started at a blank page her mind swirling. Her mother's words wouldn't leave her alone as she tried to solve their meaning.

"Oh, honey." - She recalled the pet name her mother used. She always believed honey would be tasty and luscious, but coming from her mother's mouth, it felt almost poisonous.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she shook her head. She took a pencil into her hand and began squiggling. She barely drew first lines when the door opened.

In shock and anger - after all, was it really so hard to knock? - she sat up on her heels, dropping the pencil in the meantime.

"What the-" she yelled, but quickly calmed down when she saw Newt standing in her doorway. A small smile spread on her face, but he never returned it. "Hey," she said hesitantly. It wasn't until she saw a piece of paper in his grip that she grew anxious.

"Newt-"

"Tell me you don't know what it is," he pleaded, but his voice showed no weakness. It was stern like his demeanour. She slowly stood up on the ground and walked up to him. His eyes never left her, but he daren't look her in the eyes.

She took the paper from him, and as she feared it turned out to be the song she once sang to Legend.

"Where did you get that?" she whispered, but she already knew the answer.

"So you wrote it?" She heard the disappointment in his voice. "How?"

"It just came to me," Vi confessed. She didn't know it was her biggest mistake yet.

"Vivienne, there are Cornish words? How would you know them?"

"The same way you do?"

"I'm definitely British, so it could explain how. How do you?"

"I don't know! I just remember!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her own mistake. Newt looked at her with wide eyes and a frown before he shook his head.

"What else do you remember?" he mumbled angrily.

"N-nothing."

"Cut the klunk, Vivienne! Do you have any idea what it means? None of us remember anything, so if you're still hiding something -"

"I'm not!" she yelled at him. She had no idea whether he believed her or not - he shouldn't. "Newt-" she tried reaching out to him, but he flinched away from her touch as if she was infected with some terminal disease.

"If you're hiding anything else..." he huffed, "I must show this to Alby." He turned around, ready to leave her there, but she caught his forearm in a loose grip, stopping him and desperately trying to make him look at her. He wouldn't.

"Newt, I..."

"I trusted you, Vi. We all did." With stern gaze, he wrenched himself free and left.

Vivienne was left alone in her room that suddenly turned colder and dimmer. Little did she know it was only the beginning of the downfall.

"Oh, honey."

End of part one

Hi!

First I want to apologize for the long wait but since it's my senior year until May updates may be sporadic. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed part one. I'll try to start working on part two as soon as possible and it will be updated here.
That's it for know, I guess.
Take care,

Runners