She looked like she was dead. But I guess she wasn't. I glanced at Clint and then back at the dark-haired girl on the table. She was stunning. She was thin, but she wasn't exactly a stick. Her skin was pearly and her dark hair was thick and pretty. She was like a broken shard of glass, shining in the sun.
"Clint, maybe I should try going down in the Box or something," I asked. The boy just shook his head.
"We've tried going back down before. The end result was death, Lizzy." I nodded and went back to staring at the girl. Something about her was…familiar, like I'd seen her before or something.
"You two look like each other," Clint said after a long silence. I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.
"We're practically opposites," I stated.
"No. You have the same face shape, nose, mouth, eye color. Even your hair," Clint replied and then turned away to look after a Builder who had just come in.
The girl was still unconscious, but she mumbled all the time in her sleep. Clint told me that she's called for Thomas before, and that she's said, "Everything is about to change." Alby is still going through the Changing. Thomas is running the Maze with Minho. Newt grows more and more worried every day. But, I'm not dead yet.
"Chuck?" I asked, as I sat down on a rock near Chuck, who was washing some clothes.
"Yep," the small boy smiled and flung a white shirt onto a nearby rock to dry. I recognized it as one of Ben's. I guess someone had taken it from his room to wear as I reminder of the deceased Runner.
Chuck glanced at the shirt and sighed. He placed it in my hands and continued washing clothes as if nothing had happened. For an hour, I sat on that rock, listening to the splashing of clothes going into the river, and the shirt slowly dried in my hands. It no longer smelled like Ben.
I groaned as Newt placed me on the bed in the Med-hut. I had been taking a shower when my leg fucking collapsed again and my vision was all blurry. I managed to slip on Ben's huge shirt before everything had gone dark. I had woken up in Newt's arms.
"I never imagined myself dying in a place like this," I muttered and slumped back against my pillows.
"You are not going to die," Newt gritted his teeth and called for Clint and Jeff. "The Box is going to come up and you are going to get the proper medicine and you are going to live. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Now just sleep, you shank," Newt whispered and pulled a blanket over me. I closed my eyes and the last thing I felt was Newt's hand stroking my hair.
"Mom?" my five-year-old self called. I turned to see a women with curled dark hair, lips painted with red lip-stick, dark eye shadow, and a pearl necklace adorning a black dress and heels. She gave me a warm smile and hugged me to her.
"You're going to be fine, my beautiful girl," her voice was melodious.
"What about Papa? Where's Papa?" I asked.
"He's…he's busy," she gave me a smile but I could see the tears forming in her eyes. I sighed and sat down in a nearby chair. My mother patted my head and then went to talk to a security officer. I closed my eyes to concentrate on what they were saying.
"What's taking so long? Where's my sister," my mother demanded. My eyes flew open and I frowned. Mom never talked about having a sister.
The guard frowned and crossed his arms across his chest. "I can't tell you, ma'm," the guard said. "You'll just have to wait with the rest of them. I'm sorry." My mother frowned but returned to my side. She gave me a reassuring smile and hugged me again. I slumped against her and fell asleep.
I woke up to my mother shaking me. "Hey, come on baby. Time to wake up." I rubbed my eyes and sat up. My mother held my hand and led me to an office, which was labeled with "Chancellor Paige." A woman with a tight bun and white lab coat opened the door and shook my mother's hand.
"Long time no see, sister," the blonde woman smiled coldly and lead us into her office.
Another dream...
"What's your name?" I grinned at the six-year-old blond skinny boy that stood in front of me.
He stared at his worn shoes and said, "Issac. My name's Issac."
"Nice to meet you," I stuck my hand out and he shook it. "I'm Lizzy."
He smiled at me and said, "Nice to meet you too."
"Lizzy?" I groaned and pushed myself up. My leg felt like it was on fire, but I tried my best to ignore the pain.
"Newt?" I mumbled, squinting at the blond. My vision was failing, and my arms started to shake. I gasped and my body started to shake.
Newt yelped and screamed, "Clint! Get the medicine! Hurry!" The last thing I felt was a pair of hands holding my arms and a needle going into my leg.
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