Vivienne waited in her room, listening for the faint sound of upcoming footsteps, but no one ever came. Newt's words echoed in her head, but he never kept his promise.

The taunting silence was only interrupted by her rapid heartbeat. She felt direded by Newt, but mostly by herself. She didn't get it, though. It was just a stupid song with words she shouldn't but did understand.

When twilight settled upon the Glade, she picked up her notebook and a pencil and decided to leave her room - staying there would have been a nightmare. She didn't care if she would bump into Ben or anyone else. She just wanted to get rid of a pain in her chest that gripped her lungs with deadly force.

She walked through the Deadheads, the only sound she could hear was of the breaking brunches underneath her feet. A shiver ran down her spine - evenings were cold and she only had a T-shirt on.

She found a nice spot under the tree like any other around, the only difference was the dim light coming through the treetop. It was the minimal amount she needed to be able to draw.

As her pencil touched the blank sheet of paper, she immediately took it away and sighed. Even her biggest passion reminded her of Newt.

Shouldn't have been teaching him - she thought.

Shaking her head, she tried again this time with a better result. First, she drew a lake, then a part of a forest and a small castle. It surprised her how much detail she could actually put on a paper. It surprised her how quickly the idea itself came to her.

She caressed the drawing with the tip of her fingers. She frowned.

Remember - she told herself, but no memories came back. She groaned, resting her head against the tree.

"Vivienne!"

She shifted at the sound of her name. She was cold and sleepy. Vivienne opened her eyes, but her vision was hazy.

"Vi!" She heard the yell again.

"Here," she coughed. "I'm here!" she repeated, louder this time.

The footsteps got louder, and Vivienne held the drawing to her chest.

"Hey, Princess, got yourself in some trouble, huh?" Gally revealed himself at last.

"God, you're lame," she sighed. "So, I suppose everyone already knows?"

"You're not that popular. Now, get up, and let's get whatever is left of breakfast in you, good that?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, confused.

Gally offered her a hand, and they began walking to the canteen.

"So, what have you been doing here?"

"Nothing, just... drawing."

"Legend got all worked up when you didn't show up for the tea...?"

"Oh, yeah that... I tell him stories before bedtime and as a thank you, he makes me tea." Gally made a weird face but didn't say anything else.

"What were you drawing?" She glanced at him and then at the sheet before she gave it to him.

"Well,... I know I call you Princess every now and then, but this project - nuh, yy, won't happen," he chuckled. Somehow, a grip on her lungs loosened, and she laughed with him - even if it was for mere seconds.

Her day passed slowly, helping wherever she could her muscles ached at the end of the day, but she still had rage and hurt in her system that she needed out.

"Harder!" Minho ordered. So, her fists tightened, her fingernails empaled the skin, and she drew another punch. "Nice," he commented. "Once again." So she did, over and over again, until her hands felt numb. "Now," Minho started, "your legs - they can be an even better weapon."

Vivienne was exhausted, and she knew Minho could see - she wondered, if Newt told him and if he was using training to actually get revenge.

Her whole body was covered in layers of sweat, her palms were bloody and aching.

"Earth to spidey!" He waved a hand in front of her face and she pushed it away.

"Funny..." she mumbled. "So... What's next?"

"Running."

"What?!"

She entered the bathroom on her wobbly legs with a rough towel between her arm and her side, and an excuse of a hairbrush in her hand. She couldn't tell how many times she had faceplanted while running the laps - at least Minho brought her water, so her throat was no longer hurting and the feeling of dehydration had passed.

Once, not long after she had accustomed to the Glade, she stared into the mirror searching for a girl that she'd once seen.

Now, even that girl was gone. When she had looked at herself back then, she had noticed only a change in her appearance, but looking at her reflection now she saw someone not dirty - well, she was, but that didn't surprise her - but broken. Her auburn hair was practically all covered in mud just like her face, and the rest of her body, yet what scared her was her eyes once cornflower-blue eyes with a mysterious spark, which now reminded her of a broken light bulb - without their brightness, her eyes looked almost grey as if someone stole the power.

A single tear ran down her cheek. A storm in her mind began all over again. Newt avoided her all day, she occasionally saw a mop of blond hair, but as quickly as it appeared, it was also gone. It was not like she knew what to tell him, but the lack of him for one day brought her sorrow, and she only feared what would come next.

Vivienne was glad to have people like Gally, Legend, and Minho around. They made the whole situation bearable - sometimes she could even forget about the fight for a few moments before it would come back to taunt her.

She shook her head. Yes, she was hiding things from all of them, but what Newt was mad about was, to her, absolutely ridiculous. Knowing his reaction, she didn't feel safe coming clean to him - or was she lying to herself to make her feel better? Maybe, had she told Newt the truth instead of having him find out himself, he would have understood?

She took her miserable brush and began untangling her hair - it was both painful and snippy, she had to wash the mad out of the brush a few times. Yet, she had to admit the whole process was worth it. With the final result, she looked a tiny bit more like herself than before.

She stripped off her clothes slowly, her muscles screamed at her while she did so. The hot water had already run out and she was shivering madly, trying to wash off everything that went wrong.

In a few minutes she was as clean as new - or so she tried to convince herself.

She put on her 'pajamas' and headed back to her hut, hoping everyone would already be asleep. She must have run out of lack because she saw a figure right in front of her hut with right hand holding tightly onto something.

She immediately stooped, dead in her tracks. She soon realized it couldn't be Ben - whoever it was had a way different posture and hair. Instead of a lean body, she saw broad shoulders and arms of a builder. She walked up to the person.

"Hi...?" she greeted uneasily.

"Hey, Vi." Ryker turned around at the sound of her voice, a slight blush graced his cheeks.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, um I... You seemed off today and... I wanted to make sure you were alright. This are for you by the way." He extended his hand and gave her flowers.

"Oh, thanks." She smiled genuinely at him. It might have been weird, but to her, it was also nice. "I... well, it's difficult - living in here, I mean. Sometimes it just gets to me, I guess." She shrugged.

"Yeah, I get that. We all deal with the same klunk, Vi, so... You know you can talk to me, I mean, us if you need it..."

"Good that. Thank you, Ryker. This... really means a lot." They stood there for a moment smiling at each other.

"Well, I don't wanna keep you."

"G'night."

"Goodnight."

She entered her room with emotions battling inside her. If she could only stop that torment for one night.

She put her flowers on a shelf and took out her notebook to draw again. This time, though, she fell asleep in her bed.