Chapter 14: Trapped
Minho took her to a small building where she never entered, but she knew that this is were the runners come everyday at the end of the day. She was curious when he opened the door and once he did her hazel eyes observed every single drawing from the maze tha hung on the walls.
Other runners were already there drawing on white blank pages.
"We draw what we see every single day." He told her taking a white pape rand his notebook. "We do this so we don't forget."
Emma noded although he couldn't see. She was still amazed by how any drawings were there. She knew that the maze changed, but no one ever told her that it was this big.
"How do you know that there's nothing beyond this drawings? How do you know that there isn't more." She spoke to Minho, but instead it was another runner who answered.
"We don't." a tal blonde boy said hanging his fresh made drawing."We hope that beyond there there's the outside."
"What's on the outsider?" Emma asked feeling dumb. No one knew what was beyond the maze.
"Happiness, I hope." He answered with a sigh.
"Don't fill her mind with klunk Bem." Minho said to the boy hanging his drawing next to Ben's.
"Did you miss me today?" Bem asked with a smirk.
"No. Little birdy here doesn't get me borde." Minho replied with a smirk.
"Do you run toghether?" Emma asked getting a nod as na answer.
"Come on. I'm hungry." Once more Minho grabbed her wrist, like it was becoming an habit.
"Actually…" Emma said letting herself free from his hand. "I'd rather take a shower. I'm not that hungry."
She wasn't sure why she left Minho, but she didn't feel well. After all she had run the maze in the hope of finding something that could explain her that dream. That memory, and maybe make some more come.
The girl took a quick shower with no problemsor visitors since everyone was having dinner. She went to she and Minho's room and combed her wet hair with her fingers while she stared at the wall.
A knock echoed among the small room before the door opened.
"Hey." It was Minho and he had a plate of food on one hand and na apple on the other. "I brought you dinner."
Emma smiled at the runner who sato n his bed next to her.
"Want to talk?" he asked.
It was obvious that he wasn't used to do this type of things. Maybe it was because boys are diferente than girls and whenever they feel bad they blurt it out or maybe he wasn't used to care about someone.
"I'm just… I don't know." She said with a sigh.
"Come on. Tell me." Minho assured her.
"I feel like this dream it wasn't just a dream. It seemed to me that it was more like a memory. For some reason I hoped that when I saw the maze everything would come back to me." The brunette confessed looking down at her knees.
For her surprise, Minho grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a hug.
"We're trapped in here aren't we?" she asked in a weak whisper.
"I don't know." Minho told her petting her hair.