TITANIUM || The Death Cure ? Newt [3]

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Tonight. Everything goes down tonight. In a few hours, Thomas, Newt, Gally, Teresa, Frypan, Jorge, Brenda and I will break into W.I.C.K.E.D. tower to save Minho and twenty-eight kids. But, just like the train scheme we pulled two days ago, I was nervous and skipped to the what if's. I was reflecting back on what Newt said to Thomas in the vehicle storage: We started this together, we might as well end it that way. I wasn't ready for this. But I had to be, for Minho's sake. Every time I picture his face in my head, it's always back to the dream I had. Hopefully, I'll see him before we... get killed. God, Rosalee, don't think like that, I thought. Just have faith. Will faith help me? Help my friends? I guess time will only tell when we have to leave for The Last City. I have to count on myself to make it work.

Since this was going to be a long organized plan, Gally suggested we all get some sleep. I couldn't sleep, however. Why is it that every time we're about to carry out a plan I can't get any rest while everyone else can? I was snuggled up with Newt as always, but there was one thing on my mind that I couldn't ignore: Teresa. She was under the same roof with us, and that's what bothered me. Little miss sunshine was in the other room when I knew the chances of her escaping to warn W.I.C.K.E.D. about our plan. I can't stand it. Should I... possibly speak with her? I shook my head instantly. Why would someone like me talk to someone like her? Honestly, if I were stuck on a remote island with her, I would avoid talking to her as long as I could before reaching my breaking point. I groaned quietly to myself, getting a headache by my thoughts. Maybe getting out of bed and walking around will clear my head.

I quietly removed myself out of Newt's embrace and quietly walked out of the room. I was about to make my way to one of the broken confession booths to have some alone time to think when I thought about Teresa again. I wondered if she was still here. Being just as quiet, I turned to find the room Gally had put her in. There were no doors to keep her in, so I wouldn't be surprised if I found the room empty. But shockingly, once I tiptoed into the room, I found her sitting perfectly still in the chair with her back to me. What surprised me more was that the ropes around her wrists weren't red and bloody like I expected them to. This is odd. Why would she not try to escape? Why is she staying? Suddenly, she spoke up like she knew I would come.

"I know you're there, Rosalee. If you want to say what's on your mind, then come over here to say it," she said calmly.

I almost turned white. How did she know I was there? Unless she has a sixth sense or eyes in the back of her head, there was no way she could've known. Regardless, I stepped out of the shadows to confront her. Just looking at her made me want to punch her in the face. It was hard to read Teresa's expression like life had drained her. But there still was something in her reflective blue eyes that sparked something.

"So, did you come here to hit me like you've always wanted to?" Teresa asked.

Before I could answer her question, I suddenly realized a question to my authority: Why did I decide to come here? What was my point to see Teresa? Was it so I could get rid of my anger once I saw her again?