Just got back from a whole week on vacation! So I'm sorry if this is short, it's really just a filler. But, ITS IMPORTANT. So idk if you could call it a filler chapter. XD

It's been a week since I left the Glade. And that week, has been full of torture. I've come close to death more times than I can count. Oddly enough, I always manage to slip away before the Griever can deliver the final blow.

I mainly walk around the maze, and every step is agony. My foot hasn't healed one bit, probably because I have been walking/jogging on it. I'm supposed to be resting it, but I can't. If I stay in one place, I die.

Right now, I am walking around the outer sections of the maze, trying to avoid the runners that run here during the day. I do not need one of them to see me. Then they would tell everyone at the Glade, and well, I have no clue what would happen after that. They might just shrug it off. I wasn't that important in the Glade anyway. No one cared about me. Except for one person.

Newt.

My heart constricts when I think of him. I have no clue when I might see him again. It could be weeks, months, or even years. I shake my head at the thought. It won't be years before I see him.

I haven't made any progress with finding a way out of here. I have wandered the outer sections for the past five days, and I haven't found a thing. No wonder the Gladers are still in this giant death trap.

I stop walking, and look in the bag Minho gave me for anything. My stomach is growling, and my tongue is like sandpaper. I haven't had any water since yesterday, and I haven't had any food for two days. I wish Minho had packed more, but it was all he could do on such short notice.

I limp over to the nearest wall, and let my back slide down it. I am so tired. I think I'm going to take a quick, morning nap. My nights are restless; it's when the Grievers are most active. I have learned to sneak in naps here and there, but it hasn't been enough. I could collapse of exhaustion for any minute.

My butt hits the hard ground, and I let out a sigh of relief. I stick my legs out in front of me, letting them rest. I haven't sat down since yesterday, and that was for the briefest of moments before a Griever attacked me. I'm just glad to get all of that weight off of my foot. I wished it could've healed before I ran out here like an idiot. I should've found a way to stay.

I look both ways down the corridor before letting my eyes drift shut for the first time in 36 hours.

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" I see that you have done what we have asked. " the lady from my last vision, dream, thingy says. " It is greatly appreciated. "

I do nothing but stand there. When she get's tired of the silence, she speaks again.

" We have saved your mother, but right now, she is being a pain. " she says. " She is trying to get you out of the maze. '

She's what? My mom is trying to save me. I can't help the smile that spreads on my face.

" I wouldn't get too excited. It is not likely she'll succeed. You are the variable, we can't just remove you from the trials if your purpose isn't fulfilled yet."

" What more do you want from me?! I already killed someone for you bastards! " I scream.

" Goodbye Louisa. " She says as she disappears.

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I wake up with a sharp intake of breath. My mom is trying to get me out of here. I smile at the thought, once again. That lady said that I am still of use to them. If I am still of use, then maybe I can bargain with my life. They tell me what they need me to do, I do it, and then they let me go. As simple as that. If they don't go for that, I will simply take my life. There's this weird looking cliff thing that looks lethal if you jump off of it.

I hear the familiar noises of a griever, and quickly jump to my feet. I wince, remembering the foot injury. The pain is barely manageable. I lean against the wall, looking around, searching for the griever. When I don't see it, I run to my right. I'm guessing that it is behind me. If it isn't, then I am screwed.

I go left at the next turn, hoping to avoid the griever. Instead, I run right into it's side. The griever's skin feels like it is covered in tiny hairs, and they are covered in slime. I peel myself off of it, and it makes a sickening slurp sound.

The griever turns, and looks at me, enraged. I smile and wave at it, then, I turn and run as fast as I can. I can hear it following me, and this only makes me run faster. The pain in my foot is excruciating, and I see black spots swim across my vision. This always happens when I run too hard. The pain becomes too much, and my body wants to take a break. Right now, if I take a break, I'll die.

The griever is right behind me, I can feel it. I take a sharp right, hoping that the griever will run into the wall. It's mechanical leg get's caught in a crack. I use the opportunity to get ahead. I run hard, and fast, feeling dizzy, and nauseous. I take a left, then another left, then another right, and I don't hear the griever following me anymore. I decide to run a little further, just to ensure that the griever isn't following me.

I speed around the next corner, and surprisingly, I run into somebody. We both fall to the ground, and I grit my teeth because my stupid freaking foot. I look up at the person that I ran into, my heart racing. I just ran into Minho.

We just sit there, staring at each other, panting from our running. Just when I am about to get up and run away, Minho launches himself at me, and envelopes me in a hug. My arms immediately wrap around him, and he begins to ramble into my hair.

" Lo I thought you were dead. Everyone thinks you're dead. Newt doesn't but I did. I had no clue what the hell you were thinking running away like that. I don't know what the hell you were thinking killing someone but dammit, I'm happy you're alive. If you weren't, I would have to deal with Newt and his mopey butt, and I would miss you and I don't think I could handle it. You need to come back to the Glade with me. We can convince Alby to let you stay and you could be happy. " Minho says, barely pausing to breathe.

Minho pulls away from the hug, and looks me in the eye. " Come back with me Lo. "

The shock of running into him melts away, and I feel my eyes water up. I think of what I could do, and what I could be. Newt and I could spend every dinner together, talking about our days. I could cook in the kitchen with Frypan. It all sounds so amazing compared to what this past week has been like. For a minute, I consider going back with Minho, and living in the Glade with the people I love. Then I remember what I did, and know that I can't go back. This is my punishment for killing Reed.

" I can't. " I say, looking away.

" Why not Louisa? " Minho asks. " Is it because of that prick Reed and what you- "

" I just can't! " I yell, cutting Minho off. I look back up at him, and my heart nearly shatters at the look on his face. He looks almost broken, like me leaving has impacted him more then I thought it would.

" Ok. " He says in a defeated voice.

" Look, just get back to the Glade, and pretend like you never met me. Just forget about me. " I say, getting up. I am just about to walk away, when Minho grabs my hand, and yanks me down into his lap. I let out a sound of surprise as I fall. Next thing I know, I am gazing into Minho's brown eyes. They aren't a chocolate brown like Newt's, but an intense, deep brown.

" I don't want to forget you. " Minho whispers as his had moves up to my cheek. He leans in a little bit, and my heart skips a beat. He then catches himself, and pulls away, dropping his hand. I stand, and help him up. Minho stands in front of me, looking thoughtful. I feel awkward. He wasn't going to kiss me, was he? Then, he moves in, kisses my cheek, then turns and leaves. He doesn't even say good bye.

My heart is racing and my stomach is in knots. My best friend almost kissed me, then he did kiss me, but on the cheek. What the hell?

I need to calm down. I mean, this was only Minho, right? He doesn't have this effect on me. Never has, never will. I love Newt. There's no way I like Minho. Well, at least not like I like Newt. Minho just happens to be my best friend that is super hot and has perfect hair. Girls can think that way about their guy friends, right?

So, what did you think? Besides the fact that it was super short. Was it any good? I hope it was.

Next chapter wednesday? Maybe? If I'm lucky.

It's currently midnight and I have church in the morning. My eyes are burning and I realize that I need to go to sleep. Good night you all! Oh and thanks for the favorites, follows, and reviews! They make me smile :)