don't forget

by liveforbooksandtea

What if you woke up in the box with all of your memories, including one of you reading the maze runner trilogy? would you tell about everyone's fates and endings? would you help find them find the way out, like they do in the book? Wow, i'm bad with summaries, but they're hard to wright when you don't have much of a plan yet. Just try to enjoy! Rated T just to be safe.

1. Chapter 1

A/N: Hello to anyone who's reading this, thanks for stumbling onto my story! This is my first fanfic, and I'm having a hard time figuring the whole of the fan fiction website out, so any helpful comments would be appreciated. I don't have much of a plan for this story, but I'll happily continue it if people show interest. Also, if you have any ideas for a plot line, feel free to let me know! Thanks! Disclaimer: I don't own any of James Dashner's wonderful ideas! only my own!

-liveforbooksandtea

A wave of terror splashes over me, waking me up from my sleep.

I sit up too quickly, and try to look around. But everything's black, there's not a speck of light. I'm aware of the cool, unforgiving floor I'm resting on; it feels like metal. I stand up as best as I can with my shaking knees and try to feel around. As soon as I do, the metal floor starts moving, accompanied by harsh metal-on-metal grinding noises. The whole contraption jolts upward, forcing me to the ground, and moves toward the sky. Or, I assume there's a sky somewhere up there. I stand up again, hugging the (metal) wall to my right, and feel around once again. There are a couple crates, but aside from that, it looks like I'm trapped alone in a metal box.

Now how did I get myself into this situation? I think wildly to myself, coming to realise that I didn't know. But wait; hold on- it's like there's a barrier in my brain, holding back precious information and memories.

My box prison is now steadily rising, the horrible grinding sound diminishing just enough to be able to concentrate on pondering about my odd position.

Well, every barrier has its weaknesses I think, and I start mentally prodding and poking around my brain. Then, surprisingly enough, I find something- there's a trickle of water escaping my mental dam: my name. Jaelyn. The trickle of information widens. I'm fifteen. I have a sister. And parents: named Melvin and Christina. And a dog, and a house in Canada, and- all of the sudden, my mental dam is ruptured; Information and facts and numbers push and shove their way into my mind. It's so overwhelming, and I'm trying to catch it all and store it away, but they all keep coming and coming. So I sit down in a corner, and let it all arrive. After a bit, it starts to taper down, and particular thought voices itself louder and bolder than the others. I love to read books. And back home, there was one particular novel that was a favourite of mine: The Maze Runner. Even though I still don't how I got here, I do know this.

I must be in the Box, inside a book.

And I'm heading towards the Maze.