AN: So, I promised that it would be explained as to who said it but, I'll leave it to you readers to decide that. Who do you think said it?

Also, I don't own anything, and the two week hiatus is not happening.

I'm sorry, please don't hurt me.

Madison (as Monroe), the Glade.

Monroe dropped the recorder in shock. That wasn't her. It wasn't her. She refused to believe that she was weak. The Gladers glanced at the broken recorder on the grassy ground then looked at the girl. She was still shell-shocked.

"I…" She stammered. Now everyone would know she was weak, a coward. Everything she didn't want to be.

"Guess greenie's not too cut out to be here, after all." One boy from the back jeered. Monroe felt like a mute. Then, she spotted something else. A small, shiny, black box with a gold monogram M took her attention. She gingerly picked it up. Alby decided it was time for everyone to quit the commotion and get back to work, so Monroe was left alone. Newt and Alby, surprisingly stayed, observing her.

Opening the black box, she saw a doll. Pristine and completely fragile porcelain. It had the palest skin and the darkest eyes, like pits of tar. It had pin-straight hair, platinum blonde in shade. And Monroe couldn't help but notice the dress. A lacy white dresses with utmost detail. The shoes perched on her feet red like blood. She looked so peaceful in the box.

Before she could close the lid, she saw loopy lettering inside of it.

Written there were the words: Then you'll be just like me. Beautifully dead.

That was when she noticed, the black box was the coffin and the doll was the real Monroe, dead.

Monroe shook, her breath was shaky, her eyes widened like saucers. Sobs threatened to escape herself but she held it together. Squeezing the black box so tightly in her hand, it began to lose its shape. Then at one point, the porcelain began to crack, she could hear it. It got through the thin box, grazing her fingers. It cracked. And to her, it was a satisfying crack.

Running to the Maze and seeing the bugs called beetle blades, she threw the doll and the box as far as she could, and yet, she could hear the porcelain breaking more.

Then with her eyes looking right through the beetle blade's own, she whispered, "You can never break me." Grabbing the contraption, she felt it squirm in her hand. She twisted the beetle blade like she would wrung a wet rag. For the finishing detail, she threw it on the ground then stepped on it with all the pent up anger welling inside her. Bits of metal crunched beneath her feet and she smugly smirked.

She herself would ever admit she was weak. Ever.

Finishing up his rounds for the day, Minho exited through the North Gate. He was at least a half-hour early for the closing of the maze walls.

He spotted Monroe smashing something metallic under her boot.

"Hey, greenie, what'cha up to?" He called out.

"It spied on me so I smashed it." Slipping on a mask of nonchalance, she replied flatly.

"What did you throw away?" He noticed that too, as he turned left to get to one of the Glade's entrances.

"Why would you want to know?"

"Dunno, why'd you think I'd ask?" He mocked, she stuck out her tongue at him. He laughed at her antics.

"You little sassbutt," She laughed.

He laughed.

"I've got a nice behind, don't I, she-bean?" He joked, posing with his butt emphasised.

"Psh." She retorted.

"C'mon, just admit it, shank," Monroe laughed.

"That's hilarious, sassypants." She deadpanned, her face morphing into that of a mock-frown.

Both Newt and Alby stayed, observing Monroe like hawks. When she dropped the recorder, Alby was outraged, there might've had other information. And now, it was wasted. All because the girl couldn't help but be impulsive.

Then there was that doll.

Newt stopped himself from asking what was in the note. Alby was surprisingly quiet. Monroe had run to the maze walls, but not getting into it. Newt and Alby didn't follow, nor did they call anyone's attention to keep her away from the place.

"She's a tough one." Alby commented as he looked at her from afar.

"Whyddya think they'd send her in? She's different." Newt replied, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"I don't know, Newt. Let's just hope we don't go back to the dark days." Alby retorted, worried a bit.

"Klunk, Alby!" Alby looked at Newt in curiosity.

"What, shank?"

"She's… what the shuck is she doing?" Newt rambled, eyes panicked and growing wider by the second. Alby looked at Monroe again, seeing her wring a beetle blade with her bare hands, and then stepping on it.

"Shucking hell…" Alby trailed off.

"You were right, Alby, she's tough." Newt agreed. He was struck. Rarely did anyone catch a beetle blade much less destroy it.

"We need more of her here."

No, Newt didn't need more of her. Not when she─ no, that would be kept under lock and key. He didn't need to discuss such matters right now.

Dinner was boisterous. And of course, it had the element of chaos, Monroe's favourite word. Not really, but it's something she found so fitting to describe this whole mess everyone got themselves into.

To her, dinner or supper, whatever it was, was a short affair and she ended up in the tower, gazing in the night sky.

Without her knowledge, Newt was actually following her.

It was only when she turned to him on the top of the tower when she noticed him.

"I wanted to talk to ya in private." He remarked, one of his feet limping toward her.

She nodded.

"What do you wanna talk about?" She questioned.

"It's really buggin' strange, ya know," He began, a little confused about where to start.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Ya sure ya don't bloody remember?" He looked at her suspiciously, eyes narrowed at the girl.

"No. Do you think I'd lie?" She tried to get off the guilt. No, she would not be guilty of a private letter. It was only for her, not anyone else.

"Ya had a buggin' sister, ya know?" Of course I do. Monroe thought.

"I didn't know." She pretended to play along.

"But I remember ya most." Monroe's head pounded. What was he trying to say?

"Do you know why?" She had to ease out of him the answer.

"Because…" He trailed off. "Ya were my friend and I remembered bloody loving ya."

AN: Is it true or not?

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