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pitifullymediocre:

"That’s nice. Was she the one who admitted you? 

she nodded. "tried to convince her not too, she figured it was best after the whole incident  with my step father."

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"i always could go back to being  stubborn and sarcastic, take your  pick, and chose wisely."

    “Is it weird of me to say that it’s kind of      strange how nice you’re being right now?”          He laughed even though it was a bit of a      serious question. He had always taken her      to be the stubborn type, not exactly the       biggest fan of anyone in the Glade other       than Thomas.      ”Not that I’m complaining.”

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teresa followed with her arms crossed, not liking this idea.she appreciated his caring but her circle of trust hasn't quite extended to him... yet. she'd been working on it though. she really did want to trust him, it was just hard for her.

she rolled her eyes. "fine fine. sitting, happy?" she'd sat down in front of them, allowing them to look at and run their hands across the wound, only gaining minimal flinches from teresa.

Newt didn’t mean to come off so bossy but he wasn’t going to let her simply sit there without going to the med-jacks and he wasn’t going to feel bad for wanting to make sure she was okay.

She was following him, thankfully. They reached the med-jacks and Newt greeted them with a smile. Everyone had been on their best behavior lately and the med-jacks said they were getting bored, so Newt was giving them something to work on.

         ”Just slim it and sit down so          they can bloody look at ya.”

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"it's from my mom, asking about the place."

¶ "Come on, y’know that’s     not what I meant, who’s it     from?”

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"look i just don't know. memories before the maze aren't there, so i couldn't tell you."

     ❝      you’re lying.❞

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she swallowed, this girl at least seemed better than the others mentioned.

"all right, then what are we here to talk about?"

'you mightn't think you need it, but whilst you're here, it's mandatory you see a therapist. i'm the only one that isn't poorly, sick, or dying, so you're all stuck with me.'

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"i nicknamed myself 'the betrayer'. that how i feel when i eat."

"Right? My mom used to just tell me that I had to take one bite for her. And I couldn’t do it and I just felt like I’d let her down."

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"its nice to finally talk to someone whos understands. and doesn't tell me 'just eat'!"

"I don’t get that. I more just…don’t wanna eat. Like I’m hungry, but I just can’t eat. It feels…wrong somehow.”

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"i feel sick every time i eat. like i want it gone or out because im disappointing people... myself if i do it."

"Yeah, this whole thing sucks. Like, I wanna be normal and eat normal, but at the same time, I can’t stop. I want nothing more than to rip this feeding tube out of my nose and just….not eat.”

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she nodded. "i can see that. it just sucks. the whole situations usually does."

"Crazy thing is, I don’t hate him. I feel like he was just trying to make me be happy with myself. He did it in a shitty way, but he was just trying to make me love myself. Or at least that’s how I have to see it."

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teresa nodded. "its always the initial person that starts it. i hate that. i hate those people."

"Well, it started with me joining the track team at school. Everyone was so thin and I wasn’t, I was always a chubby kid, and so I started losing weight then. But I did it the healthy way. But then I got this boyfriend, he was like 40 and I was 14. He’d always make these comments. Telling me that I was too fat and if I go thinner, he’d really love me. So I started eating less. Things had gotten bad at school too, they’d tell me how fat I was and how ugly I was. After that, I just stopped eating all together."

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she smirked. "definitely sounds like him."

     He reached her, doubled over.  He heaved in breath, 

     ❝ He is! Testy, but awake. ❞

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she nodded in agreement.  "helps when we both can't sleep. yeah, i can see that. don't know what we can do about it." she smiled at him when he did that, generally enjoying her time with him right now.

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Thomas nodded in agreement. “It does. It’s nice to have someone to talk to at night when we’re supposed to be quiet. The touch thing might get weird…but it’s alright I suppose.” He hesitated but then pushed Teresa’s hair back over her shoulder and gave a small smile.

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"thats it." she cradled the load in her arms, beginning the walk.

"thanks jane, by the way."

                    ❛ ——- eh, yeah sure. ❜

she bent down and quickly gathered the remaining firewood. if that was all. she’d just come back from the maze and finished mapping her section. it was safe to say she was tired and wanted to rest. 

                    ❛ anything else? ❜

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teresa looked up at him. the bright sunlight broke through the bars of the pit.

"i'm starving."

she wiped her hands on her pants, dirt stains trailing.

"wait, a coma??"

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teresa smiled back, noting his humor shared with her. she shrugged.

"no problem, i'd love to help."

    “Keep that specialty. Who knows      where it may come in handy.”      Minho smiled at her. It was odd      to catch him smiling unless it was      with Newt or Thomas.        ”Sorry to ask you to do this. No idea     where the regular shanks went.”