It's almost like I post every day :) It's 4 days of resting, so I'll post this as frequently as I can.
P.O.V Minho
I opened my eyes to total blackness. I blinked a few times, confused. My whole body ached as if I had just been hit repeatedly with a wooden stick. I tried to stand, but my legs wobbled as if they couldn't hold my weight. I reached out and felt a hard wall around me. I crawled, trying to find a light switch. My hands reached for something that was popped out. I pressed it, and the light was on.
I looked down at myself, and then gasped. My hands were full of bruises, and even if I can't see other sounds, I knew that they ached. I looked around at my surroundings, and wondered if I was out of the maze at last. I heard a sound above me. A sound of something hitting the floor. A sudden panic flooded inside me. I sat on the floor, trying to calm myself. However, that didn't work.
I stood up, and walked wobbly to a door at the far end of the room. I stumbled few times, but I managed to reach the door. I opened the door, and saw a familiar staircase leading up. I didn't remember the staircase, but it looked oddly familiar, like a memory that I couldn't reach… I took a deep breath, somehow afraid of the scene I will see when I go up even though I didn't remember, and walked up the staircase.
I opened the door at the top of the staircase. A big living room appeared. It was full of trash littered on the floor. There were no signs of living creatures. A screen TV stood, broken, at the corner. A big mirror was lying on the floor, about 3 meters apart from me. I walked toward it and picked up a piece of the broken mirror. I flinched as the glass pricked my skin. And when I stared at the reflection on the mirror, I couldn't believe my eyes.
The reflection on the mirror wasn't me. It was if I saw it the other way, but the reflection was of my younger self. I couldn't remember what my younger self looked like, but when I saw the reflection in the mirror, I realized it. It was sealed, like a distant memory. But as I stared at my younger self, some of the memories came flooding out. I blinked hard, trying to process to my thoughts as a horrible ache racked though my body, causing me to cry in anguish.
P.O.V Hanna
I walked inside, followed by Teresa and Newt, who carefully closed the door behind me. I walked through a row of beds, almost of them unoccupied, until I saw two boys talking in front of Minho's bed.
"-seems to be Changing." A boy said. The other boy crossed his arms as if he didn't believe it. "Can't be. You know Changing, Clint. He hadn't been stung by a Griever." "Who knows?" Clint said. I remembered seeing Clint. However, in different clothes, he seemed a different person. "You said Minho chased after the Grievers, Thomas. Maybe he had been stung then." Thomas frowned. "But he would have told me-." He broke off as Newt walked in between them.
"Anything you can find out?" Newt asked. Clint shook his head. "Nope. He really seems to be in the process of Changing to me. Believe me; you know I've seen lots of Gladers change." "But you haven't seen one changing without Griever stings." "Well, maybe he got stung when he chased after Grievers after they invaded the Glade. Who knows? Nobody went there with him." "As I said, he would have told us if he's been stung." Thomas interrupted them. I couldn't stay silent any longer, too.
"Wait." I said, and all eyes turned to me. "What's a Griever?" I asked. "And what's all about this 'Changing' and 'Getting Stung'?" Thomas turned toward me. "A Griever lives inside the maze." He explained. "Well, you actually have to see it if you want to understand, and you'll see it pretty soon enough, I guess. Well, just know that it's a big monster that can sting." "Yeah, I understand it all." I said sarcastically. Thomas continued, ignoring my remarks. "When a Griever stings you, and you get to the Glade without dying, we get you a Serum. When we inject the Serum, you start 'Changing', and get some of your memories back."
That comment nearly made my heart jump out of my body. "Get your memories back?" I asked. "Yeah, but it hurts a lot. And the people who changed are never the same." I gulped. For a brief moment, I wondered what it would be like if Minho gets his memories back. But then, if it's painful…. His past was painful enough without extra pain from the Changing.
I was in my thoughts too long that I have missed part of Newt's talk. "-Never been stung by Grievers." He was saying. "He would have collapsed. And even if he made it out alive, he wouldn't be skipping and running like he did when he got back." "Well, then what's your idea?" Clint snapped.
Newt and Thomas both became very silent. Then, Thomas spoke in a small voice. "Maybe he did faint because of tiredness." Nobody seemed like they believed his story. He didn't seem like he believed it, too. "See?" Clint said. "Like I said, Changing is the only way to explain it. But I haven't seen anyone in Minho's situation" He admitted. "Don't know what's wrong with him. Perhaps we should just wait until he wakes up?"
I bit my lip, terrified what I've just heard. "What?" I demanded. "You are just going to let him die?" Newt looked at me, clearly shocked that I would say such a thing. "No, Hanna." He said. "Absolutely not." "Then what were you saying about leaving him like that?" I asked. Teresa grasped my hand, clearly trying to soothe me. "Well, then what can you do?" Thomas asked, annoyance flashed in his eyes. I gulped. "Um… But you have been here longer then me! You know this situation better than I do." "Do you really think we do?" Newt asked in a small voice. "What?" "We've been here for 2 years and we still don't have a clue! What we really know is that when you get stung, your body turns green and blue and starts vomiting on yourself and starts to get your memories back with pain! And also that Minho here is not suffering from skin changes or vomiting!" He glared at me, and I stepped back, suddenly scared of the boy.
Newt flinched, and then walked outside of the house. Thomas looked worriedly at Minho, and then followed Newt outside. "Newt!" I could hear him calling Newt's name. Clint looked at me sympathetically. "He will wake up. Don't worry." He walked inside after he told me that. I glanced back a Teresa. "Clint's right." She told me. "And Newt will be all right, too. You just pressed his sore spot, that's why. Minho and Newt were friends ever since they came as one of the first Gladers. He is just frustrated that he can't do anything for his friend." I nodded, feeling extremely guilty. Teresa smiled at me, a smile that said everything will be all right. Then, she walked out of the room.