She's a Runner

Thomas' POV:

I didn't know who this girl was, but I just felt like I could trust every word coming out of her mouth.

A week later.

Still Thomas' POV:

I got my name back after a fight with Gally. He seemed really pissed the whole time for some reason but Belle kept whispering in his ear, and he tried to play it cool.

I kinda stuck around Belle this past week because I just feel way more comfortable around her than everyone else.

Nick and Gally seem to hate me. Especially Gally.

I don't get how he's so nice around Belle, and I feel kind of bad for her. I mean, the girl deserves a friend who isn't so fake in front of her.

But Nick is actually nice to other people just not me.

She introduced me to most of the people, like Ben for example, who she actually hung out with a lot.

But I liked to talk with her when she was alone or with Newt or Minho, because they were pretty friendly towards me.

I've learned about all the jobs. Belle's a Runner apparently. Good for her for surpassing gender rules. Especially in a place with only guys.

I don't know why, but I just feel a connection to her. Like it's as if I'd known her before all this. Before the glades.

Dream:

I saw Belle and I in some sort of a space age looking room full of computers and stuff like that.

Dream me starts talking: "Belle, I know you were busy, so I snuck some food to the guys for you."

"Oh my gosh thank you. I totally forgot. What'd you tell them."

"I told them that you made me do it because you were busy."

"Aww, thanks Tommy."

She goes up to dream me and leans in, and I can tell that dream me thought she was gonna kiss him or something.

But she hugs him. Hugs.

"What did I ever do to deserve such a good friend?"

I felt his pain, because I am him. This isn't a dream. It's a memory.

Then suddenly, another memory starts playing out in flashes.

"Thomas no please don't do this. We're friends right. You don't do this to your—"

Dream me, or memory me, doesn't even let her finish. He tries to force her head into some blue liquid.

"Im sorry Annabelle." He whispers, using her full name, which she'd never told me in the glades.

"No please no noooo!!" are her last words before she's completely submerged.

"Annabelle I'm sorry!" I yell, suddenly sitting up from my slumber. How could I have done that to her?

All the people around me wake up from my loud screaming. Including someone in particular.

"How the hell do you know my whole name?"

Shit.