𝟷𝟻 - 𝚊 πš›πšžπš—πš—πšŽπš›'𝚜 πš–πš’πšœπšœπš’πš˜πš—

βˆ˜β‚Šβœ§β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€βœ§β‚Šβˆ˜

For more than two hours, I've been curled up at the far end of this corridor, squeezed tight into the corner. The Griever stands just several feet away, facing me. It taunts me as if it knows this is my last day.

Two hours until the doors close.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision and sobs slowly escaped my mouth.

Memories of the Glade flash through my mindβ€”the good and the bad. But despite it all–the bad encounters with the others, my horrible dreams or flashbacks–it doesn't change the fact that I miss everything. The Glade, the bonfires, Newt, Thomas, Frypan, Chuck, and everyone who's been kind to me and every decent memory I had with them.

Hell, even Minho. Despite him being such an asshole, I hate to admit that he'd been helpful. That time with Gally when they were about to put me into the Slammer. The time when I got scratched by Ben. When he was looking out for my safety. When I fell asleep at the campfire. And last night. He was concerned...I hope.

I've been cruel to him, to everyone, pushing them away.

I had been so selfish. I became a bad and selfish person, and now I'm getting what I deserve.

At least I don't have to put up with hurting myself, or the dreams I've been having.

At least they don't have to deal with a person like me. A useless, weak girl

I'm a nobody. I don't act like myself, I don't know who I am, or how I am supposed to act.

A nobody.

At least now I don't have to figure it out. It was right I went in here after all.

Too bad I miss Newt though, his smile, the sound of his giggles whenever I mention Thomas's name, his straightforward but comforting words, his presence amongst the chaos.

That goofball, Thomas. I miss his bad jokes. His laughs before telling the jokes were the best, it makes my day better every time. He makes Newt so happy. I see it in their eyes, they loved each other, not just in a romantic way, but also as best friends.

I hope they confess their love before it's too late for them.

Chuck. He's been someone who sometimes sits with me at my hammock whenever I eat alone. We shared our experiences of how we felt alone at times despite being surrounded by a lot of people, laughing and making fun of assholes. He's like a little brother and I regret leaving him.

Mav, Winston, Frypan, and the others, they've been nothing but supportive to me. We may not be close, but I appreciated their efforts in staying kind to me despite my crappy behavior.

Teresa, I'd hate to leave her alone with them, but I'm sure Newt and Thomas will treat her the same way they were with me. I hope they all become good friends.

Friends. I had friends. Or at least that's what it felt like.

And I don't want to leave them. But it's too late.

Minho.

I hate to admit it, but I never thought that he actually hated me. I always believed our banter was just that, not born out of real loathing. But when he said those things to me, I realized that he truly despised me.

And to think he was the only guy I saw before going in here hurts me because hatred towards him is the last thing I would ever feel before I die, when in fact I don't want that for us. It's just wrong, to leave without even being decent to each other, to let him know that I would like to be someone that can help him. To let him think that I meant everything I said.

I hope he doesn't blame himself for whatever's gonna happen to me. He did nothing wrong.

Oh, who am I kidding? He did me so wrong that time and it fucked me up so bad that I never thought he'd give me that kind of hurt.

And to think about it, I never really said goodbye to anyone, just casually disappeared.

But I know it's for the better.

A sudden screech from the Griever jolts me back to reality. The sobs had already stopped, but the tears were continuously streaming down my face.

The Griever moves. Slowly. I can't move. I don't want to move. It's over.

Ugly ass scorpion-looking alien spider.

There are no escape routes at all. I can't get past the Griever because it's blocking the whole corridor.

I don't want to become a Griever. I don't want to get killed by it too.

So I should do it myself.

I looked to my right, and there it was. The knife I brought with me, was placed beside my knapsack. Million thoughts raced through my mind as I stared at the knife, fear flowed through my veins as tears escaped my stinging eyes once again.

I don't want to do this to myself, but I need to.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before reaching for the paper that I used to draw my unfinished map, and the pencil inside my knapsack.

A letter for them first, just in case they find my lifeless body.

Placing the paper on the ground, I started writing quickly.

Β  Β  π·π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’,

𝐼𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘ , β„Žπ‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘¦. 𝐡𝑒𝑑 𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜ 𝑖𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, 𝐼 π‘˜π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦π‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“ '𝑐𝑒𝑧 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘›π‘Ž π‘π‘’π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Ž πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘Žπ‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘› 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘€, π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘, '𝑐𝑒𝑧 π‘Ž πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘'𝑣𝑒 π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘› 𝑖𝑑, π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘›π‘œ. π‘‚β„Ž π‘”π‘œπ‘ β„Ž π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘š 𝐼 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘”? π‘†π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦, 𝐼'π‘š 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘”π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘ π‘π‘’π‘’π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”.

𝐼 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”. πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘‘. 𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘ π‘’π‘β„Ž π‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘ π‘  π‘‘π‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑔𝑒𝑦𝑠. 𝐼'π‘š π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘œπ‘›, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘’π‘›π‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ 𝐼 π‘”π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑑 π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. 𝐼'π‘š π‘Žπ‘™π‘ π‘œ π‘ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 π‘ π‘’π‘’π‘š π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ 𝐼'π‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘šπ‘’π‘β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼'π‘š π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼'π‘š 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’, π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘'𝑠 π‘€β„Žπ‘¦.

π‘ƒπ‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 π‘π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”, 𝑖𝑓 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘'𝑠 π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘π‘‘ '𝑐𝑒𝑧 π‘€β„Žπ‘¦ π‘€π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’? π‘ƒπ‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’, 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’ π‘Ž π‘“π‘Žπ‘£π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž, π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘“ πΆβ„Žπ‘’π‘π‘˜, π‘‡β„Žπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘ , 𝑁𝑒𝑀𝑑, π‘‡π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘Ž, πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘π‘Žπ‘›, π‘Šπ‘–π‘›π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ . π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘ π‘œ π‘€π‘–π‘›β„Žπ‘œ, 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€. π‘ƒπ‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘Ž π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘“π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑔𝑒𝑦𝑠 π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ 𝑖𝑑 π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’ π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘π‘œ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘’π‘π‘˜ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑖𝑠.

π‘€π‘–π‘›β„Žπ‘œ, 𝑖𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘ ,

I stopped writing when the heavy thuds by the Griever were overthrown by a beeping sound. Similar to earlier, but this time, it was loud, and it didn't sound close to my ear.

It came from my left side, where I was sitting.

But it was just a cracked brick wall, ivy blocking its cracks, and... writing?

I pushed the vines aside, revealing a carving of a name.

"Robin."

It was carved beside the cracks with ivy crawling out from the inside.

...

Ivy crawled out from the inside?

Ivy crawled out from the inside.

I snatched the knife and pounded at the cracked wall, each strike desperate, frantic.

Nothing.

I sat back and kicked the wall with all my strength, crumbling the cracked section to reveal a hole just large enough for me to crawl through.

As I peeked through to make sure it was safe, I noticed there was something inside. An elongated wired steel object that had a blinking small red light. And it was the one that was making all the beeping sounds.

I glanced back at the Griever when I heard its footsteps quickened. It was quickly inching towards me.

Adrenaline started rushing through my bloodstream as I gathered my stuff inside my knapsack, having no choice but to immediately go into the hole.

Just when I thought I got far enough into it, it wasn't long when the Griever caught up and its long steel leg got a hold of my knapsack that was on my back.

I immediately had to let go of it, grabbing the beeping device with me as I crawled deeper into the hole, not looking back, not knowing where this led.

Relieved that I escaped that Griever, but I knew that it wasn't the only one roaming around right now.

I don't know where I would end up, but it's better than being stuck with that Griever.

As I crawled for an hour, I could finally see a small light at the end, hoping it was an exit of some kind.

My knees were numb, my arms hurt, and my fingers cramped up from holding the beeping device, so I took a minute rest, but it didn't help the pain even the slightest.

The space allowed just enough room to crawl, but not to sit upright. It was a tight space so it was a little bit difficult to breathe.





β‰ͺ Β°π™Όπš’πš—πš‘πš˜Β° ≫

"Minho, I told you, it's too risky!" Thomas blocks the door, his voice strained. "The doors close in less than two hours!"

"As if that could stop me," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "You literally went in when the doors were closing the last time."

I continued preparing my equipment, fastening my leather vest tightly before grabbing a spear from the weapons closet in the Map Room.

"And as you said, it isn't the smartest thing to do right now. The doors will literally close in less than two hours!" Thomas kept blocking the door, pushing me aside every time I tried to open the door, to prevent me from going into the maze. The others were waiting outside. Acting as if nothing awful was happening to avoid suspicion.

I shut my eyes, grunting before facing Thomas. "So, what, we just let her die in there?" I snapped. He stood, frozen in silence.

"No! Of course not...but what about you–"

"There's no buts Thomas, and there's no me in this situation," I said quietly before stepping out of the room.

When I got outside, I found Newt sitting down on some log. His head snapped up to look at me before stomping towards me, his face unreadable.

I knew that unreadable face all too well.

Thinking he'd just gonna give me some pep talk and stuff, he gave me a punch to my gut instead.

"Ow!" I held my stomach as I glared at him.

"So you also have a bloody death wish?!"

"What–"

"I get it, okay. I know we should save her, I mean I would too if I could! But bloody hell, Minho. You're literally the biggest and dumbest idiot to have ever existed." He paused but not long enough to let me reply. "The doors will close soon and yet, here you are, Ooh, I'm the mighty Minho, I can run through the maze and find her and we can make it back in no time! No biggie." He did some jazz hands.

Okay, damn.

I remained silent, not because I was taken aback by what he said, or that he mocked me. But because it was true. I do have my idiotic moments like this one, deciding to go at the last minute. I mean I've thought about it thoroughly and it's not my fault I decided just now.

But shucking hell, what am I supposed to do? Wait here, hoping for the best and do nothing, when I can clearly do something about it?

Hell, I don't even care if this is the dumbest decision I have ever made, but if it means saving this girl and bringing her back here, it will be the most fulfilling achievement I have ever made.

I want to get her back.

Here in the Glade, I mean.

And I know how much she means to Newt, and even to the others. So I'm doing this for them.

I didn't expect them to warm up to her in just a month. Hell, Newt and Wren were the last pair I would have expected to become friends, and damn, those two are inseparable like twins.

Newt is kind and calm. While Wren is mean and a snob. And so sassy and cocky, acting as if she's so good at things.

Well, she is– wait, okay, what in the hell am I thinking? She isn't good at anything, except annoying and irritating me. She's best at that.

This is not really the time to think about her and how she annoys the hell out of me.

I am being such a slinthead right now, shut up dude.

"Y'know, if you really want to save Wren, stop being a dumbass and just go already." Newt rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his waist, shifting his weight to one leg and leaning slightly to the side.

I glanced at him, expecting him to still look pissed, but to my surprise, his eyes were glossy before turning around immediately and walked away.

"Good luck, Minho. Stay alive or we'll honestly kill you." Thomas looked serious but the way he said that sounded ridiculous. I couldn't help but snort, which also made him chuckle, smacking my arm playfully before catching up to Newt.

As I made my way towards the maze's doors, I couldn't help but feel angry at Wren. But at the same time, I don't.

Another problem though, what am I gonna do if I can't find her? I'm also just gonna be stuck in there if the doors close.

Okay, maybe I didn't think about it thoroughly.

And I always planned things through. But right now, I just need to find her. It doesn't matter if I don't find her immediately, but I also won't leave until I come back home with her.

So, fuck it.


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