A few days passed and I wanted nothing more than to pester Jackson every chance I could get. It was driving me insane the idea that I could know how Newt feels and the fact that I didn't. When I asked him, he was getting more and more annoyed, but I couldn't help myself, he kept reminding me the key to being secretive is time. I hate to fight between being rational and being stupid, luckily Newt was busy with helping Zart and the plants. All the rain was really starting to effect the Glade, everywhere was muddy and gross, especially the slammer, the rain created a mudslide straight inside. I hadn't been able to run through the Deadhead because of all the small hills that would most certainly make me slip and break an arm.
"Jackson," I hissed from my hiding spot near the Homestead.
"Dear god, woman," he came over to me. "What?"
"Don't say what, like you don't know exactly what I want," I stayed in my squatting position.
"Look, I finally have a way to bring it up, I should know by the day after tomorrow."
"Really!?"
"Yeah, I've convinced Newt that when I patrol at night, that there are always noises in the kitchen. Noises like someone is stealing food, so he told me he'll stay up tomorrow night and watch with me."
"Seriously? Stealing food, did he talk to Siggy first because we are never short."
"I'm sure he did, but guys raid the fridge all the time. It bugs Frypan a lot so he probably went along with it."
"That's true, Siggy hates that. Wow, that's really smart Jackson."
"I have many talents," he beamed cockily.
I stand up," Okay... Maybe this is a bad idea..."
"No, I'm too close!"
"Jackson... maybe I should just, I don't know, let it go."
"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm going to be super slick. He won't even know that he is spilling his guts."
"Now I'm nervous!"
"Good, use that energy and do something," Jackson said before backing away. "I'll find you when I know something."
I was so bored in the Glade, there was nothing to do. It was sprinkling, but I couldn't be stuck inside any longer, I needed to be out. I walked around the outside of the Glade , running my hand along the gray wall until it went numb from contact. The air was crisp and the smell of the rain was fresh and delicious, but my shoes got stuck in the mud a few times. I slowly walked past each grave in the DeadHead, I knew they were there but none of them had gravestones to say who they were. My eyes darted toward the furthest one, Nick. The only person I've known who is dead, He never got a fair chance. None of us being stuck here. People have forced us to live this life, but that means there must be something else out there. Something bigger and better, but he never got to see it. He had parents, where do they think he is? Do they know he has died? Parents... I have parents. Do they know where I am? Did they put me here?
I look up to the raining clouds as if there will be a clue. Why would they let this happen? Did they not want me or not love me? Do they have other kids? Do I have siblings? Are they here? Could one of these boys be my real brother? There is no way of knowing... unless we escape. But these people seem smart, they have it all planned out. A box comes up every week and once a month we get a new kid. The maze changes so there is no real escape, even if there was, the Grievers would kill us before we could leave. If we did get out, where would we go? Is there anywhere to go? Maybe there is just wasteland beyond the maze; no water, no people, no life. This might be the best there is, but it could be the worst. There also could be a paradise beyond those walls with our families waiting for us. Nick will never know, maybe none of us will.
I pass the graveyard and keep walking the perimeter, thoughts about my past circling in my head. What if I never got a name and that's why I can't remember? Maybe I was an orphan and they found me and put me here. I wonder if my past life was better than this. Maybe I was royalty and people kissed my feet as I passed. Every night a lavish party with delicious food and dancing. Maybe I was poor, my family sick and dirty, living in squalor. What if I wasn't never meant to be here, this was all an accident. Maybe they are looking for a way to bring me back, but... I couldn't leave them here. Everyone here deserves a free life, not tormented by these walls.
"What are you doing out in the rain, Greenie?!," Winston calls from the Bloodhouse.
I smile and wave," Just thinking, I guess."
"Well, don't stay out too long, you'll get sick."
"I won't," I reply and keep walking.
Newt said Alby was the first one ever here, that was 2 years ago. 2 years with no answers has to weigh heavy on him, how can he keep thinking there is a way out? Why does he still believe in life outside the maze? What happens if we all grow old here, too old to escape the maze? What happens if they stop sending people up and we slowly die one by one, leaving one person left on the Glade. If we even get out of this place, will there be answers? Will someone be there holding a sign with my name on it? Maybe when I see it all my memories will come back and I'll know why we're here. Who knows, maybe the new greenie will jump my brain or something...
A small breeze blows past and I realize how wet I really am, I should go change. I head to the Med hut and grab some clothes, Clint and Jeff asked why I was so wet, but I told them it was complicated. I jogged to the bathhouse, but it was empty. I'll take a shower now too, I thought as I stripped away my dripping clothes and turned on the water. I feels nice, not much warmer than the rain, but it was definitely cleaner. I hum to myself lowly and I wash my body, the words start to come before I realize I'm singing.
"The pale moon was rising above the green mountain, the sun was declining beneath the blue sea. As I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain, that stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee. The moon through the valley, her pale rays were shedding when I won the heart of the rose of Tralee..."
A noise caught my attention, so I stopped singing. Someone else is in here!? Oh god! I turned off the water to the shower quickly.
"Hello?," I called out in a panic pulling up my pants.
"Who's that?," They answered me. Someone is here!
"It's me, the Greenie!," I responded pulling my shirt down.
"Why are you in here? It's not after dinner..."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm done, I'll go," I scooped all my laundry up and headed to the door.
"Sorry, didn't know you were in here," I see the boy behind the voice. Gally?
"Gally? Oh... yeah, sorry. I'll let you shower," I side step to pass him.
"No, it's okay," he stepped in front of me. "I don't have to," he said before turning and leaving the bathhouse.
Why was he here then? He had to of heard me...
"Gally," I call to him. "I know why you're mad at me!"
He comes back into the shower room quickly, I take a step back from the surprise. "Mad at you? I'm not mad at you."
"Are you sure, you're acting all weird..."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Not mad."
"Okay... just thought I should check."
