Newt, Minho, and Thomas especially stared at me confused eyes. I couldn't tell if that meant if he was alive or not. I wanted to know so badly. It was tearing me apart. Chuck was the reason I did everything. It was all for his survival.

Thomas lowered his eyes to the ground. Looking at me seemed too much for him. "Anne," he began, "don't you remember when we were in the Scorch?"

I nodded. "Of course I remember. I almost killed you."

He sighed, slightly frustrated. "Yeah, you did. But do you remember the main reason you let me go? We had something in common. Your friend Rachael was killed by a girl in your group named Beth. Well..." Thomas stopped talking and bit his lip. "Well the same thing happened with us, only with different people."

I thought back to that moment when we had Thomas tied up, ready to execute him. I remember talking to him, asking him if hes lost anyone. I remember his bewilderment at the sudden question. Then, I remembered his answer.

"Oh, God," I breathed. "He can't be. No he can't." I fell to my knees and let out an anguished cry. I put my head in my hands and began sobbing uncontrollably

"He was a good kid," Newt said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I jerked away aggressively. "Don't touch me!" I shouted. Newt looked hurt as be backed away from me. "My brother is dead and it's all my fault! I was supposed to save him! I promised I would save him!"

"It's not your fault, Anne. It's mine. I told him I would get him out of the Maze," Thomas sighed.

I looked up at the broken boy. "You don't understand! I killed Josh so he wouldn't die! I betrayed a lot of good people for him. Apparently all of that meant nothing to WICKED." I laughed in a crazy manner. "I should've known they were playing me. God, how could I have been so stupid?"

"You knew Chuck was going to die?" Newt asked.

"Of course I did! After they took him from me I joined WICKED. I did everything they wanted. In return they told me information. They told me he had to die for the cure. So I came up with a different plan so another boy would die in his place. They told me it would work. Obviously, I was lied too."

I began crying again. I ruined my entire life for my brother to live, but it was all for nothing. Now, more pain tore my heart to shreds.

Everyone else was quiet, only my sobs were heard. I knew they were afraid to say anything incase I went off on one of them again. I couldn't help myself, I was a ticking time bomb at this point. One word could make me explode.

Minho eventually squatted down next to me and held me in his arms. I tried to push him away but his hold on me was too strong.

"Leave me alone!" I cried.

"No," he said sternly. "You are never going to be alone."

I gave up on trying to make Minho not hug me and collapsed into his body. The only thing I could bring myself to do was cry. This life was so unfair I don't know how we were still pushing through the pain.

"Start gathering weapons and ammo," Minho told Newt, Thomas, and Brenda. They did as he said as I began to calm down.

I suddenly stood up to Minho's surprise. A couple of stray tears fell, but then my eyes were dry of sadness. I helped the dark-haired boy get to his feet. He observed my face, trying to understand what I was feeling.

I cupped Minho's cheeks in my hands. I brought his face towards mine before kissing him. He immediately kissed me back while pulling my body closer by my hips. I didn't care if anyone else saw us, I needed this. I needed to feel something else besides despair. Minho, at this moment, was my distraction. After getting my memories back his kiss felt foreign. It felt this way because I was in love with someone else before I went into the Maze.

Minho and I continued to kiss, but I opened my eyes and looked at the boy that I used to call mine. Newt. I knew I didn't truly love him like I did, but my heart ached just looking at him. At this point, I really couldn't tell if I loved him, or Minho. Either way I turned my attention back to the Asian boy who gripped my jacket tightly.

I finally broke away from this make out/distraction session to help with our get away. I was grabbing ammo and putting it in a box when Newt lost his balance and knocked me over. My arm scrapped against one of the shelves as I fell. When I hit the ground I let out a groan. My forearm stung immensely. I looked down at it to see a long scratch with blood spilling out.

"Annie, are you okay?" Newt asked, his face full of worry. I nodded as I pulled myself up with my good arm.

I made eye contact with Minho before he glanced down at my bloodied arm. Rage suddenly pulsated throughout his body.

"Has the Flare already eaten your brain?" Minho yelled at Newt. "You had to go and hurt, Anne?!"

Newt looked at Minho in confusion. "It was an accident!"

Minho scoffed. "Yeah, right."

"You really think of hurt her on purpose you shuck-face!?"

Thomas made sure to get in between the the two angry gladers. "Guys, calm down. She's fine. We are all fine."

"That crank hurt my girlfriend!" Minho objected.

"The only reason she's your girlfriend is because she felt bad for you when that griever tore your bloody guts out!"

A part of me enjoyed the fact that those two boys were fighting because of me. That part of me was the part that the Flare was controlling. Despite my temptation to fuel the fire, I decided I should try to extinguish it.

"Minho, Newt, stop!" I commanded. "It was an accident. I'm going to be okay, it's not like I'm going to die right at this moment. You know what you could be doing? Finding something to bandage my arm with."

What I said didn't seem to help because Newt and Minho still looked like they wanted to rip each other's throats out.

"Are you jealous you slinthead? Are you jealous that someone actually loves me?" Minho said, crossing his arms.

That was the breaking point. Newt ran up to Minho and punched him in the face. Minho tackled the blond to the ground and punched him in the jaw. Thomas and Brenda pulled Minho off Newt.

Newt waisted no time storming out of the room. I sighed and went after him.

"Newt!" I called as he stomped down the hallway. He didn't stop. "Newt!" I called again.

He quickly took a left into an office looking room with papers and files scattered everywhere. I followed him in but I was suddenly shoved up against a wall. Newt's lips were pressed up against mine. My eyes widened in surprise.

He pulled back and turned away. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that."

"I do," I told him.

"How?" he asked, turning to face me.

"Because you used to be madly in love with me."

After I said that, I kissed Newt.

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Oh man, what are you doing, Anne?

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