Rosie took a glance over at Brenda before widening her eyes to see what was happening. Brenda continued to scratch her arm without a care in the world as she continued to focus on the view. "Brenda," Rosie spoke up pulling Brenda's hand away from her own arm.

The short haired girl snapped out of her trance the moment she heard Rosie call out for her. Blinking to adjust to what has just happened, a whimper left Brenda's lips as she watched her own arm bleeding from the deep scratches her nails had made. "Ah, oh god," A quiet sob left Brenda's mouth as she brought her hand up to check her nails. The tips of her nails had a red color staining them.

"Hey, look at me," Rosie urges forcing Brenda to look her way by pulling on her wrist. "You're going to be fine, okay?" The girl tried to reassure the worried Brenda.

Shaking her head in horror, "you don't know that." Brenda replied.

"Yea, I do." Rosie nodded looking around before ripping a part of her shirt. "You're fighting it really hard and that's what matters, okay? Let me help you wrap it."

Brenda didn't reply but just let Rosie use a piece of her shirt to wrap the scratches to make sure they weren't visible to people. Brenda wanted to cry again as she feared Rosie would do something to her. She feared, Rosie, would tell someone. Brenda feared Rosie would make Jorge end her life.

"Why do you care?" Brenda asked as Rosie had just finished wrapping it. "Why haven't you told the rest?"

Rosie bit the bottom of her lip before replying telling her the truth, "because I know how you're feeling."

"How can you?" Brenda implored.

Hesitating momentarily, Rosie lifted up her sleeve before revealing to Brenda her bicep with purple and black veins very visible trying to spread farther into her body.

"You and I, we're the same." Rosie stated before pulling her sleeve back down hiding her bicep. "If I can survive, so can you." Brenda didn't respond verbally and only nodded as she recognized that maybe Rosie and her did have things in common. "You should get some rest though. I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

"Okay." Brenda whispers starting to trust the girl who shared a similar problem. It didn't take five minutes before Rosie could hear the faint snores leaving Brenda's mouth.

"So, you mind telling us now the real reason why you were going to bring Celia with you?" Jac asked sitting on the row in front of her.

A smile formed on Rosie's lips, "you know, you remind me of someone I used to know."

Jac raised her eyebrow, "who?"

"One of my best friends, well I think she was my best friend. I don't know well. I have clouded memories of her after the swipe." Rosie explained leaning on the back of the seats Jac and Celia were sitting on.

"Wait, you have some of your memories?" Celia asked, "I thought that was impossible. I learned that they designed it specifically for the subjects to not remember their identity."

Rosie nodded, "I wasn't suppose to be a part of WICKED's trials. I was a glitch in the system. So I'm assuming whoever did the swipe didn't do it right because I have a lot of my memories unlocked unlike the rest."

"That's quite impressive." Celia replied before asking more questions, "does WICKED know? That your memories are coming back?"

Scratching the back of her own head, Rosie shrugged her shoulders. "I think they are heavily speculating that I do but aren't certain since I didn't tell them anything." Rosie responded.

Shaking her head Jac turned to face her, "I still don't get it. If you weren't meant to be a part of the trials, then why were you put in?"

Rosie felt comfortable with the two younger girls as she spilled her story to them. "I was a part of a resistance that had planned to overtake WICKED's compound but we failed. So, instead of killing all of us, they decided to use some of us as subjects for their trials."

"How was it?" Jac asked.

"How was what?" Rosie questioned.

"The trial. How was it?" Jac cleared up her question before adding, "I've heard a few things but never knew if they were true."

This was the first time Rosie reflected on her entire experience inside the glade. She was inside those four walls for almost ten months. Ten months she had lost to the life she used to have. The life she wished she was still living.

But then again, she wouldn't trade the gladers for anyone else. She wouldn't give up the chance to be friends with Ander. Nor would she ever give up the soul tying bond she had with Gally. She wouldn't give up the chance to see her brother again or her cousin again. Rosie would never give up the deep and meaningful bonds she made inside those four walls.

"It took a lot out of me. I went through a lot with those boys. I was happy but I was also depressed. I was comfortable yet I was anxious. That placed sucked a lot of the time, but the people around me made it easier to cope." Rosie declared fiddling with her thumbs. "I held onto that little brim of hope that my life wasn't going to be like this forever. We struggled to find a way out until Thomas showed up. As much disdain I have for the boy, he did get us out of there. For that, I'm very grateful."

Jac raised her eyebrow up in confusion before asking, "wait, you're talking about the boy in the gray jacket that always looks confused? Him?"

Rosie laughed for a few seconds before nodding. "Yes, him. He and Minho were the ones that got us out. But, we did leave a lot of people behind. I still haven't gotten over that."

Jac bit the inside of her cheek as Celia fumbled with Jac's hand caressing it. "How long were you in there?" Jac asked before adding, "and how long have you guys been out?"

"I was in there for nine months. From the compound WICKED took us to, we escaped I think five or six days ago. Not sure. I've lost count." Rosie explained as she had to travel through day and night at times.

"So," Celia spoke up, "what's up with you and the tall girl with green eyes? Aren't you with the guy with the British accent?"

"His name's Newt and I don't know. We're complicated." Rosie explained feeling somewhat interrogated by the love life questions.

Jac glanced towards her way, "what about the girl?"

"The one you pushed down the stairs?" Rosie asked.

A gasp left Jac's lips, "hey! In my defense I thought y'all were there to kill us or something."

Staring at the road ahead, Rosie shook her head. "I don't know about Mara. She likes me but I don't know if my feelings are strong enough for it."

Jac rolled her eyes, "ugh, you remind me of Celia."

Celia nudged Jac on her shoulder, "don't be rude."

"What?" Jac questioned, "she's indecisive, you're indecisive—y'all are indecisive as fuck."

Before the two girls could slip into an argument, Rosie cut them off, "I was taking Celia because she reminds me of myself. More of my younger self." The two girls went silent after Rosie began her explanation. "I was hesitant of course especially after you showed up making me think you were going to shoot your way through to get to Celia."

A little laugh left Jac's lips, "I probably would have."

"You'd risk your life for Celia?" Rosie asked.

Jac turned to look over at Celia admiring her for a quick second before a lopsided grin formed on her lips and responding, "I'd die for her."