Dear Friends,

Nightmares. Dreams. So different. One makes you realize what you don't have. The other makes you think about what you do have. Fears. If you don't, you're not human. Dreams, to me are a symbol of what we wish to have, only to make us realize we don't have it. And nightmares are just our fears, haunting us until we overcome it.

But, not all of us do. We just keep running. We just keep going, pushing that fear to the back of our minds, letting it sink to the bottom. Putting us through hell.

I guess the Glade was like that. Hell. I had good timed there, but, those were rare.

And, I would not like to live in that world. Even though we escaped years ago. The Grievers still cast a large shadow across my mind. The cranks screams still haunt me. The falling walls still crush me. I have been overcome by the fears in the back of my mind. To all my friends, who have been there since the beginning for me, I love you. And I am sorry. Nice knowing ya.

She finished the last sentence , and signed her name at the bottom, hoping whoever found it would get the point.

She quickly stuffed the note in her back pocket, fighting the urge to cry.

She stood up, walking out of her little cottage. Paradise hadn't been the best for her. Not everything was calm, like it should have been.

It had been a couple years since they had escaped W.I.C.K.E.D's evil claws, and the thought of them still makes her want to scream.

They had taken everything from her. Her friends, her memories. Him.

She shook her head, shaking the thoughts out.

No. she thought. Don't remember don't-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of all the other Gladers laughing, probably about someone tripping over a rock and smashing their face. These weren't the original Gladers though, these where the immune to the Flare that had escaped. A lot of them turned out to be that stupid. The Gladers had had people of all ages. The youngest was probably eight years old. With wavy blond hair and big brown eyes.

Him.

Stop it! she said repeatedly in her head. Stop it! Stop it! It'll only hurt more.

She was about to pass the kitchen when she tripped on a rock. A rock.

She pulled herself up, and noticed she had a large scrape on her knee. Great.

"Hey," she heard a voice call out to her, Minho.

"What's up?" she asked leaning against the side of the kitchen. People had made fun of her Scottish accent.

"Nothing much, you have a kitchen shift. You're cooking dinner." he said giving her a slender smile.

"Is Frypan gonna smack me with a wooden spoon again for dropping an egg?" she asked returning that flashy smile she had always had.

Just keep smiling. She thought.

His smile simply grew bigger as he let out a spark of laughter, only making her laugh in return. Minho could make her laugh no matter what mood she was in.

"Probably. You should bring a sword, just in case." Minho winked, this time having his two hands holding an invisible sword and swaying them back and forth. She quickly gave him a light punch in the shoulder. She realized how much of a friend Minho was to her. She didn't want him to not know how she felt about him.

"Minho, no matter what happens, I want you to know you have and always will be one of my most closest friends." she said her smile disappearing, being replaced with a serious look. Minho's smile faded as well, turning into a confused look. He was about to say something when she interrupted him. "See you after my shift!" she lied jogging away, even though she heard Minho's voice call her name. Several times.

She then let the tears flow down her cheeks, running into the forest.

She didn't look back.

After what seemed like hours, she stopped, exhaling. She rose her hand to her cheeks, wiping the drops off onto her sleeve. She looked up at the sky, which was turning a bright orange, showing her it was sunset. She had missed her shift. Frypan would have a fit.

A bloody one.

She couldn't take it anymore.

She held and shook her head, starting to scream. She knew the other Gladers could hear her but she didn't care.

She wanted it to end. She wanted it to stop.

But it didn't

It just didn't.

Her screams just grew louder, ripping her throat raw.

She screamed, wanting to tear her hair out.

She began running, screaming all the way.

She didn't care anymore. No one was going to save her from this horrible state she was in.

No one.

She collapsed on the ground, hitting her head. She gasped for air.

A faint whisper escaped her mouth.

"I'm coming, i'm coming."

Then, the memories started flowing back.

1st POV:

I picked at that tomato, the one that I had been waiting forever to pick. It was a bright red and would make an amazing salsa. I managed to get it off, along with the rest of the ripe tomatoes.

I began walking off, and sat down on a log near homestead. Today was nice. Even though every day was nice this day seemed special. This wasn't normal.

"Amy, you done with your shift?" Baker asked behind me. Her hair was in it's usual curly, black mix, I was surprised I never found the strands in my food.

"I just finished, why?" I asked giving her a smirk. She sat down next to me, and started playing with my red hair.

"The box came with a shipment of t-shirts."

"Why is that exciting?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Clothing is nice!" Baker beamed with excitement. I still had my eye brow raised. Shirts were shirts to me. I probably changed my shirt every week or so.

"I'm kidding." she says giving me a light smack on the back.

"Come on," she said pulling me up and and began walking towards the box. I groaned, but followed. Baker was probably one of the most stupidest people I knew. But, she was still my friend. We continued walking 'til we reached the box.

"Beth, show her what we got." Baker said, wiping some of the sweat of her dark skin. Beth, a girl with a slim blonde pony tail and really tall, was the Keeper of the BrickChics, I found that a horrible name, but, that's what they were named.

Doing what she was told, Beth opened a box, containing a large amount of cheese. Oh, of course this is what she'd be excited about. Making cheese was simple, but every once and a while, the creators sent up some cheese. Being Keeper of the Cookies, (yes, another stupid name for a group of girls) Baker would blow threw the roof.

Finally knowing what she was so excited about, I walked away with few hesitation.

"HEY! Where you going?" I heard Baker call out to me. She was already jogging to my side.

"I think i'm 'gonna take a nap." I lied. I still had that feeling, the day didn't feel normal.

"What am I to do?" she asked throwing her hands in the air.

"Cook dinner! Call Rosa and Marie! Tell 'em to help you! Let me take a nap." I smiled. She smiled in return.

"Fine. But you better be there to eat with me of I will go insane. A lot of these girls are just plain stupid." She said shaking her head.

"See you later." I said, heading for the forest.

I didn't like sleeping with other girls, they talked to much. That's why I slept in the woods. I had found my own little spot, under an aspen tree, there where only a couple around.

I sat under it, crossing my legs and leaning against the bark. I sighed. No. Today wasn't going to good, I knew it.

I trusted my gut and my gut told me something bad was going to happen.

I sat there, for maybe an hour or so, twiddling my thumbs . When I heard Sonya call for dinner. Great.

I stood up, and started walking towards the kitchen.

I wasn't very tall, like Puck and Baker were. So it took my a couple minutes to get there.

As I walk into the kitchen, I notice Donna playing a hand game with some girls. Donna was the Keeper of the Gardens, and always asked if I could do something extra. I always did, it wasn't much work after all. The only thing we had in common other than working in the gardens, was our wavy red hair. Her eyes were a deep brown, and according to Baker, I had light green eyes. Weird.

I got in line, mumbling to myself how much I hated the cheese sandwiches, which I already knew Baker was gonna make from the shipment of cheese.

The girl in front of me, Hopper, I believe, turned to me and snickered.

I gave her a glare as I stepped closer and whispered,"What's so funny?"

She only snickered again, grabbing a plate of the cheese sandwich and sat at a nearby table, leaving me to think. Then it dawned on me.

A rumbling noise filled the Land, everything shifted and shook. Followed with a ear splitting sound. And then everything was normal. The doors were closing.

The Land, was not our home, nor will it ever be.

I regained my thoughts, and thought about what Hopper had laughed about.

My accent.

I was the only one who had an accent. There where a couple girls with a British or Western or Australian accent, but none with a Scottish one, like me.

I grabbed a plate, with a sandwich and apple. I scanned the room, 'til I found a familiar poof of black hair.

I walked to a table, which only had Baker and the She-Bean, which had arrived today. She had mentioned that her name was Rachel.

Rachel had dirty blonde hair, with flashy blue eyes. Classic.

"Hello, She-Bean, you enjoy your first day?" I asked taking a bite of my sandwich. I had only been in the Land for two months, and I had gotten used to calling newbies She-Bean.

She gave me a flashy smile before she replied.

"Great, yours?" She took so long to reply, I had already finished my sandwich, and was eating my apple.

"Great? Huh?" I asked with a full mouth. She was so quiet.

"Yea. Your name is Amy, right?" she asked as she took another bite of her sandwich.

"Yup. Did Baker-"

"Yup." Baker had interrupted me.

"Well, let me tell you the available jobs, if Baker hasn't told you that." I said sending her a glare.

"There is the Slicers, BricChics, Cookies, Gardner's, Sloppers, Runners, Medics, and Baggers." Baker said finishing her apple.

"You get to try out for each one She-Bean." I said, taking a sip of water.

"Like that's gonna be fun." Rachel snapped sarcastically.

After that, we all lit up the bonfire for our newcomer, Rachel. If I could guess, it was about 8:00.

I can tell you, everyone was having fun. We all danced, sang and talked. So much fun.

Rachel preferred hanging around us, though. Not everyone else. No one cared really.

"You two are the only ones sane around here!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Anyone remotely interesting is mad in one way or another." I said sending her a giggle. Baker gave me a confused look.

"Where did that come from?" she asked raising her thin eyebrow.

"I have no idea!" I laughed. At that exact moment, the newbie alarm went off.

HI GUYS! I hope you enjoyed my chapter! Please review so I can see how I did! Also, The quote Amy said was said by the Doctor, he is in a TV show.

Anyone remotely interesting is mad in one way or another.

-The Doctor

And do you wanna know whats funny? He said that to a person named Amy. Those of you who watch doctor who and know what I am talking about, I did not name Amy after Amy in Doctor Who. But, I did get the red hair from Amy. And the accent... I named her after Amelia Earhart. Coincidence, Amy from Doctor Who, her real name is Amelia... DAMN!

Rated T for word choice, and maybe a little something later, I don't know yet.

Tell me if you found this fic a little too... cliche?

Anyway, please review.

ALSO! PLEASE DON'T READ ANY MORE IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE ENTIRE MAZE RUNNER SERIES! THERE ARE A LOT OF SPOILERS! K?

BTW I only own my OCs!

As always,

InvisibleSoul4