"Um. Well. If you put it like that-" You rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably.

"No. You lied," Teresa said, her voice growing louder.

You winced at her tone, it radiated with hurt, anger, and sadness. "No, we ju-"

"YOU. LIED." Teresa cut you off again, she was yelling by now, you were getting a bit annoyed at her cuting you off.

"Teresa, we didn-"

"Don't 'Teresa' me! You're a dirty liar,"

It clicked.

"Just let me-"

"No!"

"Plea-"

"NO!"

"WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME SPEAK, YOU KLUNK BAG?" You screamed. Everyone jumped, but you didn't care. You've never raised your voice in front of them. You usually saved it for the person you hated with such a passion, the devil himself couldn't relate.

You noticed Teresa take a step back. But before she could walk off, you flung a hand out and gripped her wrist. A look of pure horror crossed her face when she turned.

"I wasn't done talking," You stated plainly like nothing happened. Teresa hesitantly turned to fully face you again. You never let go of her wrist. "We did it so none of us would die, okay?" You paused, waiting for an answer you knew was never to come. "We didn't want to lose anybody,"

Teresa's jaw dropped as realization hit her like a truck. This is one thing you didn't fully like about Teresa. She doesn't care what's going on around her, she sticks firmly to what she had to do and what she believes. Never letting anybody tell her different. Never understanding the other side of the story.

"Are you happy now?" You asked, releasing her wrist. "Did she send you up here to aggravate me? Well you could quit the act because you succeeded in making me want to murder someone," In truth, you knew something was off about the way Teresa was acting. But you couldn't put a finger on it. But everything clicked into place when she said 'dirty liar'. No one ever called you that except your guardian. She believed that you killed your father, when really, she just needed someone to blame for his death. You told her to suck it up and face reality too many times but she would refuse. Knowing her, she would definitely do something like this to get back at you. Now that you figured this out, you knew she would come back with something stronger. You knew exactly what.

Gabi.

"What are you talking about, (Y/N)?" Newt asked from behind you.

"Exactly what I said," You replied, glancing one more time at Teresa then turning on your heel and pushing through the boys that were now swarming Teresa, looking for answers. As soon as you pushed Winston out of the way you walked away, hands in your grey sweaters pockets. You headed to the woods. That's were you would be alone and no one could find you if you stuck yourself in a tree. You moved a little faster, feeling eyes on your back and hearing the desperate voices of the boys, but not Teresa's. You sneered and kept walking, thinking about ways to kill someone and not get caught. Namely, Gabi.

When she got here. You couldn't even consider that viol piece of klunk a human being. She was bitchy, needy, selfish, and thought the world of herself and you just couldn't find it in your heart to like her. The girl tried to kill you on several occasions, being knives, arrows, guns, poisons, diseases where a big one, and she tried to drown you at least three times. But, oh ho ho, you knew, just shucking knew she was not coming out of this one alive. Whether you kill her, or someone else does.

"Shuck her and everything she stands for," You mumbled, pulling yourself into a tree and climbing higher.

As you climbed you got a better view of the Glade. Stopping at one of the higher branches, you sat down. Your legs crossed under the branch for stability and your back pushed up against the trunk. Your hands rested in your sweat shirt pockets. It never got too hot or too cold in the Glade so the piece of clothing never bothered you.

Looking out over the green fields, you sighed to yourself. This place was, truly, beautiful. Especially with the sunrise in the background. This place would be a good vacation spot if there wasn't the Flare, Cranks, walls, and idiots around every corner. Couldn't things just go your way for once?

Welp. No. No they can't.

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"DAMNIT THOMAS! LET IT GO ALREADY!"

"Why should I?"

It was late. The sun had gone down a while ago. Everything was normal. Thomas and Teresa yelling at each other over their plates and mouthfuls of food. You dodged a flying egg that was sent in Thomas's direction, which he didn't see in time. It smacked him in the back of the head, splattering egg yolk and whites all over both you and him.

"Teresa!" Thomas whined as the egg dripped down his neck and into his shirt.

You knew she would have replied with some jackass comment if she wasn't laughing so hard. Everyone else except you and Thomas were laughing. You sat there, mildly annoyed as you picked bits of egg shells out of your hair.

"Bloody hell," Newt said from across the table, staring at Minho beside him. Minho was probably laughing the hardest out of everybody, the point only proven when he fell off the bench and onto the ground, wheezing.

"Is he okay?" River asked from beside you, playing with her dolls.

"Yeah," You answered, shaking your hands to try and rid of the egg. You failed at hiding the annoyance in your voice. "Just give him a second,"

River gave you a knowing look and went back to trying to draw a face on a new doll someone made for her. You rubbed your temples with the heels of your hands. God, you were starting to get a headache.

"I'm gonna go wash up," You mumbled, standing up and heading towards the showers. Apparently there hadn't been any when everybody left. That's what you had been told.

"Damn it," You muttered under your breath, rubbing your temples again. You walked a bit farther. Getting closer and closer to the showers. You could already feel the cool touch of water from the little lake in the woods rush over your skin. Showers usually helped you clear your mind or think. You usually swam in the lake if you needed to think. Water always calmed you. The clear reflections, the cold touch, the way the water moved. It was just soothing to you.

Soon enough you pushed the door to one of the stalls open and began to remove your clothes, hanging them on a hook outside the door. You turned on the water, letting it hit your face, chest, hands, and stomach. Just feeling the water for a minute or two then actually ridding yourself of dirt.

Your headache had gone a few minutes into the shower as you picked leaves out of your hair. And it made you think.

Why would they want to kill us? You knew you betrayed them but still. Why would she care? She never cared for you in the first place. You would have raised yourself if it wasn't for your father. Sure he was dedicated to his work, but he wasn't heartless. Why do they need to kill you? You thought the war was over. The Right Arm had won. Speaking of which, how did they get Thomas and the others? You, Newt, Chuck, and Winston were dead. How are you here right now? Why are you here right now? You killed yourself.

Why must the world be so cruel?

Why must she be so cruel?