I am on a writing frenzy!

WARNING-If you don't already hate me, you most likely will in this chapter!

● bookgirl - To stop you from having a not-so pretty fit. Also, I kinda had this chapter made already...

Lizzy POV

What did I do? Because of me I'm in this mess. If only I stayed in WICKED. Teresa could have Newt, and I would have Thomas. Everything would be fine.

But would you be happy?

The voices were back. At least they're rational this time.

But no, I would not be happy. I would be anything but happy.

But I wouldn't be suicidal. Neither would Newt. He would be better off if I stayed in WICKED. So would I.

What about Chuck? You would leave him alone in the Glade. Not knowing who or where his family is.

I didn't even think of Chuck.

And the other Gladers. What about them? And Alex! He would be dead!

I get off the wall and climb back down the tree. Alex would probably be with Chuck.

Now where would he be?

I wander around the forest, thinking of where Chuck would be. Until I hear a stick snap.

I look around. Last time that happened my life was ruined.

Not ruined. Just an obstacle to get past.

I really like this new voice. It's so supportive.

There was another snap from my left. I turn and see Ben. There was a hole in his shirt. I could just barely see green tendrils spiralling away from a dark green and purple dot on his abdomen.

Ben was stung. Again.

"You put us here."

"I know."

"Why?" I can see the tip of a knife poking out from behind his hand.

"I don't know. I'm sorry." I am trying to be as polite as possible. Not wanting to anger him, and get myself killed.

He looks confused at my politeness. "What?"

"I said I was sorry."

His confusion was soon replaced with a sneer. "You're dangerous to the experiment. You have too many memories."

"W-what?"

Ben lunges at me. What I thought was a knife, was actually a syringe filled with a blue liquid.

Don't let him get you with it. It will take away your memories. Even from your time in the Glade.

What would I do without this voice? Thank you!

I can't forget Newt. Not again.

I drop to the ground and Ben sails over me, barely missing a tree.

I run as fast as my tired, dehydrated body can carry me.

Ben almost instantly gets back on his feet, then chases after me. Soon he has knocked me to the ground.

I turn myself around and knee him in the groin. I rolls off me in pain but grabs my ankle before I can run. I try to kick him in the face with my other foot, but as I pull it away he grabs that leg to.

I fall to the ground, hitting my head on a tree so hard my consciousness threatens to leave me. I'm pretty sure I got a concussion.

Just stay awake. If you fall asleep Ben will get you with the serum.

Okay. Stay awake. I can do that. I think.

A sudden wave of adrenaline courses through me. I slam my foot on Ben's head. I hear him scream in pain, as I run away.

"Help!" I scream. Ben tackles me to the ground once again. "Help!" Ben puts his hand over my mouth, and holds the syringe above my neck. I bite his hand as hard as I can.

In this moment Ben is forced off me while in pain. As self defence he throws the syringe at my savior. Alex.

It stabs him in the stomach. "No! No, Ben, you ass-hole!"

I attack Ben with all of my being. Fire burning my blood, raging to come out of my eyes, my hate, strength, loss, all of the emotions I once wished were gone are now powering me.

I don't notice my throbbing head, bruised and scarred body, blood dripping from wounds created by Ben. Nothing.

Fire is engulfing me. My vision is red. My body is on fire. All of the loss, hate, love, fear, all of my emotions powering the raging inferno inside me.

I am brought back to the present by multiple pairs of hands pulling me off of Ben's unconscious body.

"What the shuck happened!?" Alby yells.

Boiling tears fall down my face. "Ben attacked me! He tried to erase my memories! He killed Alex! Alby, he killed Alex!" My cheeks are on fire from my tears.

I struggle to keep my eyes open. Stay away. Stay awake. Stay awake. You can do this, just stay awake!

The inferno inside me is dying, along with my consciousness.

"Alby, she doesn't look so good." Jeff says.

"Of course she doesn't, she just lost her pig!"

"No, I mean she doesn't feel too good, she's burning up." He says, while he pulls his hand away from my head."Lizzy, how many fingers am I holding up?" His voice sounds a thousand miles away.

Before I can answer, the darkness I have been struggling against for some time consumes me.

My eyes fly open. Was Alex really...dead?

I bring my knees to my chest and start to sob. One of the few things I love. Gone. In an instant.

I hand rests on my knee. I look up and see Newt. He holds his arms out. I fling myself into his arms. He rubs small circles on my back, helping to calm me down.

I am thankful that Newt stays silent. I don't want to talk, I just want to enjoy his company.

I was finally let into the Maze again. I opted to go alone. I don't want to talk. I just let my legs carry me through the Maze.

I spend a few extra minutes at the cliff everyday. There's nothing special about it, it just intrigues me. How there is just a huge drop off out of nowhere. Just empty ness. Like me. I am a hollow shell of my former self.

The voice in my head helps with the depression. It's always positive, giving me advice. It's quite helpful. But not today.

I was standing at the edge cliff. I heard someone walk up behind me.

I turn around and I'm greeted by the lovely face that belongs to that witch Teresa.

I can't even form one word, before I feel a piercing pain in my shoulder. The force of whatever hit me sends me over the edge. Into the oblivion below.

AN : Another cliffhanger! This one was quite literal though. Ya probably hate me, even I hate myself a bit for letting Alex die, but buh bye!