I was in the back of the group with Kaylin, the guard that we have held hostage.
I know her name, because when I was young, and Chuck wasn't born yet, all of the children at WICKED stayed in a dormitory, and when I came with my dad to visit my mum at work, I would play with them.
"Do you want to be here?" I asked out of the blue, as Thomas and Brenda were deciding which way to go.
"What?" She asked, looking surprised at me.
Kaylin was a full year younger than me, and at least ten inches taller than me, so i had to crane my neck to look at her.
"Do you want to be here?" I asked again. "With us, being forced to come?"
"No," she said, then looked down, like she should be ashamed of saying that she didn't want to come with us.
"Me too." I sighed and looked at her. "But you can leave them. As long as Newt is alive, I'm stuck with him. Love was once a beautiful thing. Now it feels more like a prison." My eyebrows were furrowed by the end of the last sentence.
"I understand. I would go with you and leave, but my father loved this place so much, and it's like I still have a connection with him when I'm here." Her eyes were misty with unshed tears.
"Listen," I started. " I will lay on the ground and scream, then you run as if you hurt my, okay?" She nodded. "This is for both of us. So you can stay here, and so I have an excuse to
lay down. My back is shicking killing me."
"Shicking?" Kaytlin looked at me with a confused expression.
"Uhm, Group B slang. Ya know, the Maze filled with girls?" She nodded. "Yeah, their slang."
"Oh, so you were in Group B?" She asked.
"Nope, I was in Group A, but I traveled with Group B in the Scorch." I explained.
"What was it like in the Scorch?"
"Hot, miserable, deadly." I answered. "That's at the bottom of the list for vacation spots." We both laughed a bit at my pathetic joke.
The lights turned off and I started to panic.
Did Cranks get in? Have they finally taken over? Have Cranks been inside this whole time? What's happening?
Then i got to my senses, whispered 'run' to Kaytlin, slowly laid down on the bleach-smelling floor, and screamed.
The minute I laid down, my eyelids got heavier. I guess I was more tired than I thought.
The last thing I saw was a door, and the bright white walls of the compound.
I woke up, and there was a slight bump every few seconds, and I was moving further into the compound.
I breathed in the familiar smell of Newt, and almost sighed and gagged at the same time.
I wrapped my arms tighter around Newt as we moved on.
Newt let out a small 'hmph' sort of laugh if that made sense.
"Sleeping beauty woke up," Brenda said, the malice clear in her voice. "Of course she sleeps through the action, then Minho sneezes and she wakes up."
"Brenda," Newt warned.
I sighed, and breathed in Newt's smell once again.
Maybe, he really did stay the same...
I decided it was best to act tired so I could pretend that it was the same night it was when we were rescued from the Maze and put in the dormitory. Man, those were the days.
Honestly, being in the Maze was really fun for the first month. With my best friend, Minho, and my boyfriend, Newt, and little Alex who... died... saving me...
A few silent tears escaped my eyes, and dropped onto Newt's neck and shirt.
"Are you okay?" Minho asked.
"Mmhm." I nodded, and wiped away my tears with my sweater. "I just..." I paused. "Alex." I finally said.
He nodded "Yeah, that make a grown man cry." To emphasize his point, Minho started to fake cry, and I laughed.
"You're not even a man," I told him. "Your hair is too perfect for you to be a man."
"I know right? My hair is perfect!" We all laughed (except for Brenda).
It felt kinda nice to laugh again.
Shoes were heard slapping against the ground, running in our direction.
But before anyone could even turn around, the owner of those shoes appeared in front of us. My heart beat started to slow down as I recognized the person. Jorge.
"Thought I might find you here." Jorge smiled at me. "Glad you're okay."
"What are you doing here?" Brenda asked surprised.
"Getting you." He answered, then started to walk in the direction of the hangar.
AN : Sorry it has been so long, but i really just had good stuff happening in my life, and use my bad emotions and channel them into my writing so it has more meaning and emotion.
Don't be like, 'I'm so sorry!', because seriously it's okay, and writing this is how I cope with most bad vibes.
Okay, so that's it, buh bye!
