Hey! I'm Emilie and this is my 1st fanfic :) So please leave reviews when your done! It'd be very helpful and kind of you! Hope you enjoy!

I don't own anything, the aMazeing (see what I did there° writer James Dashner wrote the Maze Runner trilogy.

Thomas POV:

It has been 6 months. 6 months that they have escaped. 6 months that Thomas has started his new life. 6 months that Thomas has lost his dearest friends...

He hasn't fully recovered the death of Chuck, Next or Teresa. He still wonders if he ever will...

He couldn't stand the fact that all three of them died for him. Chuck, jumping in front of Thomas to prevent him from getting stabbed by Gally. Newt, Thomas had killed him at this friends order. Finally, Teresa had sacrificed herself when the ceiling went tumbling down.

Who would have thought that Thomas would be alive at this moment? Certainly not WICKED!

His life has completely changed in 6 months. The survivors have created a community in Para. They called it Para, short for paradise. Everything was in order: food plantations, buildings, voted leaders... They even wrote there own laws. It reminded him of the Maze, the only difference is that WICKED wasn't in control of them...

They have been sent here for a reason, he didn't know what but he knew that they didn't come here just to live a happy life. They had to fulfill a purpose.

He was awoken by a soft voice. It was calling out his name. He felt a gentle hand on his face, sliding down to his cheek.

Brenda

It could only be her. She was one of the only friends he had left. His eyelids slowly opened. A smiling Brenda appeared. Her long soft hair caressing his shoulders. Her beautiful dark eyes were sparkling in the sunlight. She deposit a light kiss on his forehead, telling him to get ready.

Thomas pushed himself in a sitting position. Brenda rapped her arms around his neck. Although they weren't official, they had shared several kisses the last couple of months. It was Thomas who wanted to slow things down. Each time they kissed, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart. It still felt like he was cheating on Teresa.

Sometimes, he wished he had gained back his memories. He wanted to know why Teresa was so eager to be with him. He wondered why she was so determined to save his life.

Thomas and Brenda went to the cafeteria for breakfast. Minho and Frypan were already there, waiting for them to arrive. Minho trusted Brenda, they actually became friends.

"Ah, it's Thomas and his bloody princesse!" exclaimed Minho.

"I see someone's happy to see me." Brenda said while laying her food on the table.

"Sleep well? Any nightmares?" Minho asked, sarcastically as always.

Thomas gave his a death glare. Minho knew he barely slept these days.

"Let the man eat." Frypan said.

"Thanks." Thomas muttered.

Frypan is in charge of the Kitchens with another girl from Group B, Zara. You can say that Frypans's cooking had gotten much better thanks to her. The three of them started talking. Thomas was dead silent, as always. Deep in his thoughts.

"You okay, Thomas?" Brenda asked with a concern look.

"Yeah, Yeah" Thomas responded half eating half talking.

"Hey you little shank, hasn't anyone told you to swallow your food before talking?" Minho said with a disgusted look.

"I'm sorry." Thomas exclaimed. "Ain't got no mom to teach me manners."

Minho took his knife and stabbed the table with it. He stood up.

"You think you so intelligent, huh? You think you're the only one to have this shucked up life? You do remember that I've lost a friend too?! I ain't got no parents neither. Can you at least be a friend? Can you stop being this annoying shank at become the hero you were 6 months ago?!"

The cafeteria was dead silent. Today was the wrong day to annoy Thomas. Thomas irritated, punched Minho in the face and attacked him, just like he'd attack Gally when Chuck died. Indeed it was the wrong day.

"Don't you bloody understand? I'm not a hero! I never was. I couldn't save the three most important people in my life. I'm the one who put us int his shuck situation. I'm the one who created the God damn Maze! Can you stop acting like I've changed? I've always been the bloody shank!"

Thomas screamed that last sentence. Frypan and Gally pulled him of Minho and dragged him out of the cafeteria and into the Garden. The last words Thomas heard Minho say were: He, Flare and aggressive.

They left him there telling him to think about what he'd done. They treated him like a child, Thomas hated that. He was fed up, took a basket and started picking the fruit.

After an hour of picking, he decided to go to the lake to bath. All that work made his smelly and dirty.

He walked passed the woods and finally got to the lake. He wasn't alone. A slim girl was huddled up aginst a tree, her long brown her going in all sorts of places. It was Brenda.

He slid his hand on her shoulders and knelt next to her. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her face pale and moist. She was crying so much Thomas thought she'd loose an eyeball.

She wiped her tears and pulled Thomas in an expected embrace.

"I"m sorry." she sobbed "I'm sorry I can't be her. I'm sorry I can't make you become as happy as she did. I'm sorry, so so sorry."

"What are you talking about?" Thomas said surprised.

She got out of the embrace. Her eyes filled with terror

"Teresa!" she bursted out "I, I'm not her! I know you were together."

"Brenda." Thomas exclaimed. "I know your not her, your Brenda. A wonderful, stunning woman. You are the most special person I know. You are the one who was there for me. Can't you see? You are the one who took care of me in the Scorch, not her! You are the one who is here now. You are Brenda."

"Thomas." Brenda smiled. "I've needed to tell you this for a long time. I lo-"

She was cut of by a long jumped to his feet. Swept the woods left to right. Then came an other scream. It came from the beach.

Before he knew it, he started running as fast as he could. Following the piercing sound, jumping over rocks, pushing people out of the way. He arrived at the center of the commotions.

That shriek, he hear it before, it was familiar. It sounded almost like-.

He saw them, lying on the ground. They had to be thirty. He knew them. He lived with them. They were freezing, wet. Curled into balls, hugging each other. All whimpering. Their clothes were soaked and dirty.

His eyes followed the scream, the one he had hear earlier. It was them, all three of them.

Chuck, Newt and Teresa.

Ah Cliffy! :D Do do you like? Please review and tell me if its worth the read :/ I have alot in store :D Gonna post 2nd chapter tmr. Have a good day :)