Hello everyone !
This is my first fanfiction, I have this whole idea in my mind that I'd like to develop, and I hope you'll like it ! If you do let me know, and if you have any advice, let me know as well !
Basically, this story is inspired from the Maze Runner, and as I write Vera's adventures, we'll see where it leads us.
Enjoy !
Dear diary,
I recieved you as a gift for my 18th birthday. And I figured it was about time I write something here. I can't tell you why, but I just feel the need to write about me, my family, my world and eventually what will happen to me. I have so many questions and ideas in my mind, that sometimes I feel like my brain is about to explose.
It's weird right ? I'm probably the only human being with so much stupidity and creation in this whole world. I feel lame.
Well I guess you can call me a looser.
Anyway, let's move on. I didn't take that pen to write about how stupid I think I am. Well, not in the first place.
I think I'm loosing you, I might as well start all over again, in a more mature and artistic way. Ready ?
Let's go :
I grew up in this town, this old town, on this old earth. I always thought I will never live old, never grow old. I can't tell you why but I always knew I'd die young.
Our world is covered by darkness, even when it's daylight, you can't really see a blue sky, as it's described in old books. It's just always grey. I never saw sea, or mountains, or snow. I've just imagined it in my head, as I read these landscapes' description. I've always dreamed of swimming in a river or in the sea, amongs dolphins or fish. I know how out of mind this sounds..but I just whish I could. You must feel alive when you do that. Or when you live in a "clean world".
I have a hell of a character for a girl my age. But to understand that, you must have some knowledge about my world.
Let me tell you a few things about it.
First of all, when you're a girl, you don't speak your mind, you don't give your opinion you simply obey. You can't think, you can't choose, you just live quietly.
Secondly, you can't play, any game. You don't play at anything, volleyball, games in school, all of this is forbidden. Hobbies are bad for your health. They don't teach you the right thing about life, which is hardwork. They teach you competition which is a huge default these days.
And finally, do not question your government, your leaders, or their choices, loudly. You can do it privatly, but still you must be very carefull. This is no fun, and they don't enjoy knowing they've been criticized.
And I almost forgot to tell you ! The only game you can watch is called the Maze Runner. Now this game has been a part of me for ever.
It started when I was about eight years old. It's like a mini serie. We follow the lives of people, watch them grow old, fight, defend their village. It's like a science fiction movie. We can watch it on tv, and on our Eyephones.
(Eyephones are like phones. Basically it's a screen that you have right in front of your eyes, you just have to clic on a button. This button is situated on a bracelet, necklace or any type of jewerly. Everybody can have it, it's not that expensive and it's really usefull.). To sum it up, the maze runner is a place where a community lives. But there are boys, only boys ! Each month, they send a new person there, a new human being, a new man. But in the last episode, they sent, for the first time, a woman. And it was awkward seeing everyone's reaction.
And, most importantly, in this serie, the characters have to fight, almost every day, it's hard to explain but, they must find a way out of the maze. No one has ever succeeded. But since Thomas was send there, we believe there's gonna have some changes.
I close my rose gold book. I put my pen on the side of the desk made in white wood. I'm so bad at writting. I wish I could become a well known writer, I would be the first woman known for her abilities to think, write, create. The first celebrity with the female sexe.
"Vera ?" screams my mother from the other room, interrupting my dreams.
"Yes?" I answer, screaming louder so that she'll hear me.
"Come" she says briefly. I know then, that she has company.
I look at myself in the mirror, put back in place some stands of brown hair, force a smile, breathe in slowly and breathe out some warm air through a pink mouth.
I go down the stairs, slowly, as a woman should always walk. Head up, I become as cold as ice, I become distant, it's like I'm a new person when I quit my bedroom. I become a confident woman. I hug my mother to be polite and I briefly look at the man standing on her side. I smile at him to say hi.
"Do I know you?" I ask.
"No, we've never met before." he says with an acute voice, which makes me smile. I try to contain a laugh, and I successfully do. My mother and I both think about it and we both have the same opinion on this tiny man. He's wearing a grey suit, holding a case in his left hand. His hair are oily, because of his shampoo I guess. His brown eyes are small and vicious. His beard makes him look way older than me. If I had to choose a word to describe this being, it would be disgusting.
"I'm Conor Marchand" he says, interrupting my thoughts.
"Vera"
"I know" he says quickly. "Your dad told me about you" he adds.
"Oh god" I whisper. My mother hits my arm with her elbow.
"I'm blessed" I say, forcing a polite smile.
"I brought you a gift" he says. My eyes widen instantly. This is way too much. I don't know what my dad told that poor guy, but he now thinks that we'll marry and have too many loud children. This is a really bad idea. M. Marchand open his black case and tends me a white box. In the middle of it, there is a black logo that I recognize. It's the logo of my favourite brand.
"That's way too much, I can't accept that" I say, not knowing if I shoul open it now or later, or even keep it.
"I have a very busy day, so I must go now, but please, keep it. I bought it for you. I'll see you at the dance tomorrow night right ? With this dress ?" he asks.
The box contains a dress, from my favourite brand ? I need a couple of minutes to understand what is happening to me. Wait ? He wants me to go to the dance with him ? Him ? that guy ? NO.
But before I can say anything, my mother answers for me : "She will be pleased to do that for you. Thank you Mister Marchand, have a lovely day."
M. Marchand smiles at my mother, and at me, he turns around and leaves, while I stay in the middle of the living room, with the box in my hands, trying to deal with my mother's last sentence. She looks at me, worried that maybe she made the wrong decision. As soon as I hear the front door closing, I become myself again and leave that confident woman behind. I climb the stairs and go back in my room, still not understanding what just happened.
I sit on my red and white blanket, put the box in front of me and stare at it. I can't say yes, I don't want him, I don't want to know him, I don't want to see him ever again. And going to that dance is not a good idea at all.
My mom knocks at my door.
"Come in" I say with a tired voice.
"Have you opened it yet?" she asks pointing the large white box with her eyes.
"No, I'm afraid it might be a bomb" I say.
"Don't be stupid" she adds laughing.
"You're right, that kind of boring guy with greasy hair won't ever have the capacity to build a bomb".
"You don't like him?" she asks still smiling.
"Of course not. Have you looked at him for a second ? Marrying that guy would mean death. I would spend my days watching the news, listening to boring conferences, taking care of my kids, making his lunch and cleaning the toilets."
"This is not what I want" I say.
"Who said you had to marry him ?" she asks.
"Well, dad has been talking to him about me so..." I say.
"You don't have to say yes, but you'll have to say yes to some guy one day." she says sitting on the chair in the corner of my room.
"I don't want that kind of man and you know it" I say touching the corner of the box nervously. I look at her, and she knows what I want, because she needed the same thing when she was my age. She needed adventure, something unordinary. A life full of surprises and dangers.
"You need Thomas from the Maze Runner right ?" she asks laughing.
I can't help it but laugh too, because this sounds completely crazy, but at the same time she's right.
"I like Thomas but he is not my favourite" I say, feeling my cheeks turning red.
"I know who's your favourite" she adds laughing even more.
"You shall meet him when the time is right" she adds.
"Forget that" says a man. And I recognize my father's voice. His facial expression is serious and severe.
"Why ?" I ask.
"This lifestyle is dangerous, you don't even know what you're talking about. And having this kind of talking could cost you your life. And you know that. You can't talk about dreaming of another lifestyle, and even less, talk about wanting to go to the maze runner. Don't wish for something stupid." he answers with an angry voice.
"Just deal with a boring life, it's way better than a life in which you have to fight to save your damn fucking ass every day" he adds.
I raise myself out of the bed in a fast mouvment and start screaming "I don't want this fucking boring lifestyle. This is not for me. Every single day I spend here, in this room, in this house, in this fucking twisted world, I feel myself slowly dying. And I ain't afraid of saying this outloud. What are they going to do to me ? Take me to jail. Let them. I'll be as happy as I am here."
"Don't be ridiculous" my dad screams louder than me.
"I am not ! Why can't you understand that ? Why can't you let me choose who I want to marry ? Why can't I do what I want ?" I ask
"Because I'm a fucking WOMAN ! And that is not fair at all. What dudes have that we, women, don't ?" I add.
"Intelligence" he yells.
"I hate you" I say, feeling my tears rolling down my red cheeks. I feel so mad, so angry, I can't stand it. "I hate you more than anything, you are so mean !"
"I don't care." he says lowering down his voice.
"Your father is clumsily trying to protect you Vera" my mother says.
I sit back on the left side of my bed, far from my dad.
"I don't need his protection." I say.
"You do need my protection" he answers. "You don't know what's out there."
"You don't either" I say too rapidly.
"That's not true" says my mother.
I wipe my tears out of my face and stare at my parents.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"Nothing" says my dad. He glares at my mother and gets out of my bedroom. I look back at my mother, asking for more explanations.
"I'll tell you everything tomorrow at the dance" she says.
"Ok" I say, giving up.
"Now open that box, so that we discover what you'll wear ! "she says. I smile and open the white box.
Diary note :
Looking back at that moment, when we got into that fight, I never should've said that. Maybe I should've listened to my father. Because he knew everything, and my mother was right, he was just trying to protect me. But I guess my curiosity has always been too developed. But knowing what I've learned, living what happened, it cost me more than my life.