Outside of the room, it was like a fire had burnt her flesh and the surrounding boys, the ex-Gladers all avoided looking at her, as if she was too horrifying to look at. She could hear Minho behind her. Both of them knew that word had gotten around about them, at least, word had gotten around to those who hadn't heard the argument. As expected, Gen found Nik watching her from the end of the corridor, his gaze was filled with pity. Gen hated pity. In fact, she would even go as far as to say she hated empathy as a whole. The entire concept of it was stupid and pointless. As she continued to move towards her brother, Gen felt her brow furrow as a though rushed through her head over and over 'Maybe I am just like Peter. Maybe Matias is the person I should be with...'
'Don't think like that.' Nik's voice was cold and harsh, causing Gen to flinch. She hadn't even realised that she had projected her thoughts. But, then again, she had only recently found out that she and Nik shared this bond.
'Easy for you to say. You didn't just lose the person that kept you alive throughout the constant beatings and torture.' Gen replied bitterly, feeling her face screw up in a grimace. As Gen drew within a metre from where Nik was standing, she felt her head start to spin. All at once. Or perhaps it was everything else that started to spin around and around. Staggering forward, Gen placed a hand against the wall for support. She had to stop the spinning. Looking around her, she saw that no one had moved, instead they sat against the wall, spinning with the long corridor.
"Gen?" Snapping her head around to look at Nik, Gen continued to clutch the wall for dear life, "Gen, what's wrong? You're bleeding." He rushed. As he moved forward, Gen forced herself off of the wall and forced a smile as she moved her hand up to her nose. As Nik had pointed out, she was bleeding. But, there was no reason for her to be bleeding, once again wiping the blood away from her upperlip for the second time, she quickly forced her trembling hand into her pocket, searching desperately for the pills she clung to like a life source.
"Gen, bloody hell, what's gotten into you?" The voice belonged to Newt. She knew that. But, in the same sense, his voiced seemed to be carried towards her from miles and miles away.
"I just... I..." The words stuck in her throat as she seemed to fight against her pocket for the pills, "I need to..." She knew what she wanted to say. Inside of her head she was screaming, begging for someone to come towards her, to help her. But, no one did and her stuttered words drifted into the darkness, unheard by those around her. You're all duct tape and safety pins inside. How are you still alive? Spinning on her heel, Gen held her breath as the Crank's voice greeted her within the darkness. It was impossible. She had killed him. He died before her very eyes. She watched the life leave his body as he drew his last breath. She... Gen murdered him. Blinking, Gen looked into the darkness of the foreboding corridor before her, it filled her with terror and made her insides, her safety pinned insides grow cold. It was just like the maze. Just, this time there was nothing to fix her when she crashed and burned. No Minho to pick her up. No Alby to tell her what to do and no Peter to lie to her and make her believe she could trust anyone but herself. As her eyes started darting between the Glader's, she heard a high pitched ringing in her ears that seemed to be more like inaudible whispers. Each one of them was untrustworthy. Minho had lied to her, he had left her at the very moment she needed him the most. Thomas was the reason everything had happened. Nik was more a stranger to her than any of the others and he was her own flesh and blood! All of them could stab her in the back just as the other's before her did. Just like Peter. Just like her father. Just like her horrid mother who placed her into the trials. Pressing her back against the wall, Gen quickly shut her eyes, trying desperately to focus on the chatter amongst the Gladers. She would not allow any of them to see her fall apart. To see just how much Peter had broken her. Just how much Minho had shattered what was left of her heart. But, the ringing just grew louder and louder until she couldn't hear the Gladers speak at all. Pulling her hand out of her pocket, she heard the capsule pills hit the ground with a loud thud that echoed in her head as she placed her trembling hands over her ears. But it didn't stop. It would never stop. Feeling warm liquid in between her ears and her hands, Gen quickly reopened her eyes and brought her hands down to her eye-level. Blood. Bloody was gushing from her hands and dripping onto the cold, cement floor in neat pools. It was too perfect, too neat to be real and it wasn't. Gen never it wasn't real. She knew it was every inch of her being that it wasn't real. But, no matter how many times she blinked, the image didn't disappear. Feeling a pair of hands grip onto her shoulders and call out her name, everything just... stopped. The ringing. The dizziness. The blood. It was all gone and Gen was just cold. Looking around her, she saw that she had slumped down onto the hard ground, the pills laying on their side next to her, unopened. As she looked ahead of her, she felt herself being able to breathe easily as her eyes locked with the honey-blonde boy that she saved. That made her life seem to mean something. That made her feel as though she could be a hero.
A/N: It's been awhile. Kinda had to take time on this chapter. Just thought I would point out: Do you remember what Peter said to Nik after he and Gen were thrown into the Scorch? Just think about what he said and then about what happened in this chapter. Sorry for the long wait guys. :(