A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the delay. Summer vacation just started for me and I've already lost track of what day it is. This week has more structure for me so I will be more on point with Friday's update. Enjoy this chapter and please let me know what you think.

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Chapter 7

You wake up and wince, you have a throbbing headache. You don't open your eyes yet. You wait for the pain to go away. It eases to a dull headache. You open your eyes and nearly get a heart attack from what you see. You're 30 feet off the ground, your arms are tied to your side with what looks like a vine. The vine is still connected to the wall so you're just hanging there. You don't know where you are, you haven't seen this place yet. You struggle against your bonds trying to loosen them. They don't budge. You start to think that the Glade was just a dream. You didn't actually come up in a box, none of the people you met were real.

Newt.

You feel in love with a someone from a dream. You had no idea you wanted someone like that. But it seems like your subconscious knew exactly what you were looking for. You hang there a while and think about how you could have gotten to where you are. You still don't remember anything, aside from running into a wall and Gally leaning over you. But if that was a dream it wouldn't be possible. But you do have a headache that would make sense after knocking yourself unconscious against a wall. Besides, seeing as how you have no idea where you are, and Gally had threatened you, it would absolutely make sense. You also notice that your left wrist is still bandaged. The spark of joy you feel, however, doesn't make sense. Your heart jumps at the idea of the Glade being real. That means Newt is real, but you are in a dangerous situation that seems to have no way out.

You realize that maybe, you're in the Maze. You look around and see that the corridors branch off in both directions. It makes sense. You hope there are Runners nearby. Maybe they can help you. You start to call out, "Help! Newt! Thomas! Minho! Somebody? Anyone? Help!"

You hear nothing and hope that someone will run by and see you, but you hear it. A strong gust of wind, and you realize what it means. You are in the Maze, there are no Runners in the Maze, and the doors are closing. Your heart spirals into a deep abyss. You start to cry, you remember what Newt had showed you before the wake up this morning. The Grievers. He said they mainly came out at night. You try to calm down, maybe they won't see you. You mean, you are 30 feet off the ground. But you don't know what they're capable of. You imagine their gelatinous bodies and random appendages. You are in no mood for that. All you can think about is Newt. He'd said how dangerous Grievers are. No one survives a night out in the Maze. You never had the chance to tell him how you feel. And today was supposed to be the bonfire. You were so looking forward to it.

You start struggling against the vines that are holding you up, you feel them loosen and you realize that if you were to get free you would fall at least 30 feet. Very likely to your death. You decide that you can't just stay there and wait for one of those hideous creatures, Grievers, to come and find you. You take a few deep breaths and mentally prepare yourself for what you're about to do. You convince yourself that you have to do this, you haven't told Newt that you like him. If I get out of this, you promise yourself, I'm going to tell him.

You grab some vines in your hands and wrap them around your wrists as best you can; if you end up falling, the vines should catch you or at least slow you down. You take a deep breath again and keep struggling. You feel the vines loosen again and your heart rate skyrockets as adrenaline rushes through you and you tighten your grip on the vines you wrapped around your wrists. You loosen the last of the vines holding you in place and, as expected, you fall.

You fall about two or three feet before one of the vines catches you suddenly. You were falling quickly and the vine wrapped around your left wrist, your left arm again?, cuts your decent short and a sharp pain flares through your arm starting from your shoulder. It feel like the vine and gravity wanted to rip your arm off. You pull yourself up a bit with your right arm and try to move the left one. It doesn't want to and you guess that you dislocated your arm. You grab another vine and test it, you tie it around your waist and make sure it's secure. When you're swinging comfortably, you use your right arm to untangle your left one from the vines and you pull at the surrounding vines until one of them breaks loose. You swing it over your shoulder and tie it to your left arm so that it's a makeshift sling. You then grip a vine tightly, untie the vines from your waist, and slowly lower yourself down until your feet touch the ground.

Relief floods your body and you nearly collapse. With legs like jelly, you push yourself up and walk down one of the corridors, running your right hand along the ivy-infested, stone wall. Somewhere in your memory you remember learning that if you go through a maze like that you'll eventually find the exit. Unless the exit is a hole in the floor. You shake the thought out of your mind, the exit might be difficult to find, but you are looking for the Glade, you know there are four big walls. Maybe running my hand along a wall isn't enough, I could still be going in circles. You realise that you have to take your hand off the wall and do this maze like one of those you would have done as a kid in a colouring book.

You know it would difficult but you prepared your mind to draw a mental map. You take a deep breath, take your hand off the wall and take an impulsive left turn, marking it in your mind. After a few minutes, you are confident and have a pretty good section of a map in your head, you're sure you could get back to where you began if you wanted to. You turn a corner and freeze. There, in front of you, with what you hope is it back facing you, is one of the creatures Newt had showed you, a Griever.