Hello. Remember me? Yeah, I started posting in January, and then a few months ago, I totally stopped. So, I'm sorry about that. BUT I'M BACK, FELLOW NERDS, SO LET'S DO THIS THING. Anyway, the main reason I stopped uploading was because of a negative review, but this time, I honestly couldn't care less if you hate it, so that's that. Hopefully, I won't disappoint!
The boy from the dream haunts me for a moment, as though he is with me in the cell. Then I realize, The boot. The note. I am still wearing the boots that I had in the dream.
Like lighting, my unsteady fingers yank off my boot. With my good hand, I fumble with the heel. Nothing. No secret compartment. Trying not to get my hopes up, I pull of my other boot, heart pounding. As my dirty hands fiddle with the heel, I hear a tiny click. This is it. My heart drops. A clue. I could figure out my past right here and now. The heel slides off, and reveals a creamy piece of paper. As I unfold the note, I can barely breathe. My eyes greedily devour the words scrawled on the page.
Syd,
If you're reading this, it means you're alive and we don't know each other anymore. I don't know how you survived to remember this note, but I'm so glad you did. W. I. C. K. E. D. swiped our memories.
Don't trust them, Syd. I don't know how, but maybe someday, we'll remember each other. Until then, don't trust anyone. And don't forget, I love you.
Love,
L
I begin to shiver as I sit helpless on the floor. W. I. C. K. E. D. is bad. And that boy, from the maze and my dreams, he knew me. He lived here. He gave me this letter. But where is he now? Is he still trapped in the maze? My head aches from confusion, and I've never felt so alone. I can't tell anyone about this.
Before anyone can catch me with the note, I gingerly slip it back into the sole of my boot. I have so much to figure out. For once, I have the time to sit and think about everything. The boy, the note, who I should and shouldn't trust, the maze, my memories, and how free myself from this chaotic mess.
Well, I thought I had time to think. Until I hear a light knock on the door of the slammer.
"What?" I whisper, trying not to sound like the emotional, confused, train wreck that I am.
"Need some company?" I hear a deadbolt being slid, and the door swings open, just enough to allow Newt's slim figure to enter the room. "So," he smirks, "What have you been doing for the past three hours?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I play the question down, hoping he doesn't expect me to answer.
"I'm sure I could guess." His response reminds me that he has had his share of these nights.
"So, where's Minho?" I ask out of curiosity.
"Ah, I'm not entirely sure. There may have been a Runner's meeting, I suppose."
I nod my head. "So", I say as I scooch a bit closer, "How's my hair?" For a moment, he tries not to smile, but we both end up laughing.
"It's stunning," he says with a smile.
"If you ever need a haircut, I'd be happy to oblige."
"Ha ha," Newt mutters, a small smile playing on his lips.
As we sit in the silence, an invisible force seems to push us closer together. We are sitting closer than we ever have before, and my breathing slowly gets heavier. I nervously look up to meet his eyes. We stare at each other for a moment, and before I know what's going on, we're leaning closer. Moments before my lips meet his, a loud knock on the door startles both of us. We scramble away from each other, as though we are children caught stealing from the cookie jar.
"Knock, knock?" Minho calls. I feel my face flush with embarrassment. This can't be happening.
"Um, come in," I say hesitantly.
"Need some company?" Minho smirks as he enters the door, just as Newt did a few minutes ago.
"Oh," Minho says in a startled tone, as he notices Newt for the first time. Suddenly, the entire situation feels more awkward and uncomfortable. Minho slides his back along the door until he is seated on the filthy floor.
"So," Minho starts out with a forced smile and obviously feigned enthusiasm, "What's going on?" I catch his gaze going from me to Newt. Gratefully, I have the cover of darkness to hide my flushed cheeks.
"We're just sitting," I mumble, which is technically the truth.
"Cool," Minho mutters, looking intensely at the floor.
No one speaks for several minutes, though our silence proves to be excruciatingly loud. Finally, Newt shatters the complete quiet.
"Well, I really should be leaving." Newt stands up and waves to me and nods in Minho's direction. With Newt gone, the tension clearly lessens, and Minho's smile gradually returns. He slides across the floor towards me, reminding me of my recent near-kiss-experience with Newt. I can only hope that this does not end the same way.
"Here," Minho says sweetly. With that, he hands me a small, slightly wilted, daisy.
"Oh, Minho! I love it! Thank you!" I lean over and give him a small, strictly friendly, hug. I tuck it into my short hair and smile.
"Anytime!" Minho smirks, and he saunters out the door, locking it behind him.
Finally alone, I melt into a pile on the floor. It's not that I don't appreciate both of the boys' efforts. I truly do. But in my wrecked, emotional state, I'm not sure how to handle everything.
Drained, I decide to sleep and risk having another intense dream. I curl up alone on the floor, with only the sound of crickets to keep me company.
Tada! My first update in… let's just say forever. I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any ideas that you want me to include, please comment them, and they may be added! Thanks so much for reading!
Quote of the day: "DOUBLE STRIPE!" -Vanelope (Wreck It Ralph)