Chapter 10: Thomas

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I open my eyes and see nothing but stone and dirt, the walls consisting of stone and the floor consisting of dirt. I don't know where I am or why I'm here, but a light pain appears in the back of my head and I suddenly remember last night's events to now. Seeing them briefly, I know I'm in one of the Glade's jail cells, or whatever they call them. Gally had to have put me here, there's no doubting it.

I finally sit up and turn away from the wall, finding Teresa sitting down with Thomas' head in her lap. She lightly brushes her thumb against his cheek, Thomas still asleep from recent events. "Good morning." Teresa jokes, "Glad to see that one of you is up." I smile and put my hand to the back of my head, leaning against the stone wall, "How is he?" She looks back to him and continues the motions of her thumb, "He's been asleep this whole time. Not one move or word has come out of him."

I sigh and look above us to the makeshift wooden door, seeing that the sun is barely making it to the middle of the sky, "How long have I been out?" I ask Teresa, who looks up as well, "About an hour." She answers, "We still have one hell of a day waiting for us."

A moment of silence goes by until a familiar voice approaches, "Well, look who's finally up!" Minho, Chuck, and Newt appear on the opposite side of the door and crouch down, but still scarily hovering above us. "How are you feeling, Y/n?" Chuck worries, "I'm a lot better, Chuck. Just a small headache but it's nothing I can't handle." I look over to Newt and see him glaring at me with concern, he slightly raises his brows in asking if I'm actually okay, I simply nod in return and that's enough for him to relax.

"Hey." Teresa says out of nowhere, and I look to her to realize that Thomas is finally awake. "You okay?" She gently asks him, which Chuck follows up with, "What the hell were you thinking?" Thomas suddenly realizes that other people are here and sits up to face them, leaning against the wall beside me, "What happened?"

"Gally's taken control." Newt briefly explains, "He said we had a choice. Either stay with him or get banished at sundown with you." Thomas tilts his head with confusion, "And the others agreed with that?"

"Gally has everyone convinced that you're the reason all this has happened." Teresa explains, "Or more so, the three of us." I suddenly feel the urge to stay in this cell forever, having the Glade against me for something they have no proof of is treacherous enough.

"Well, he's been right so far." Thomas confides, and I might as well be dead now.

"What are you talking about?" Minho asks from above.

"This place." Thomas begins, "It's not what we thought it was."

I furrow my brows, confusion taking over faster than when I came up in the box.

"This place isn't a prison, it's a test." Thomas reveals. I look to Teresa and see the same confusion I have plastered onto her face. "It all started when we were kids. They'd give us these challenges, they were experimenting on us. And then people started disappearing. Every month, one after the other, like clockwork."

"Sending them up into the maze?" Newt configures, "Yeah." Thomas confirms, "But not all of us." Newt furrows his brows and tilts his head, "What do you mean?" Thomas doesn't answer right away, a sour look growing on his face as if he wishes the truth didn't exist.

"Guys, I'm one of them." Thomas starts, and my heart drops knowing what this means for Teresa and I, "The people who put you here, I worked with them. I watched you guys. The entire time you've been here, I was on the other side of it."

He looks to Teresa, who's already shaking her head in disbelief, "And so were you."

"What?" She whispers, "Teresa, we did this to them." She continues shaking her head, "No, that can't be true." Thomas doesn't answer her, instead I catch his eyes falling on me. "Y/n, you worked with them too." He pauses, "But you weren't with us."

Aside from already drowning in guilt and fear, I can't help but feel confused at his words. "What?" I question, "What do you mean? What did I do?" Thomas glances to the ground before looking back to me with pity and sorrow, "Y/n, you created the grievers."

Grievers.

I created the grievers.

My entire world crashes down. I was just beginning to grow close with these boys and some of them were really beginning to trust me, but what does that matter now? I created the grievers. Because of me, so many of these boys lost their lives and lost their closest friends. How are they ever going to look at me the same? I have more faith in the three above us, but their thoughts could be changing right now, they could be realizing that I'm the monster. Not the grievers. Me.

"What?" Teresa gasps, "That can't be right, Y/n would never do something-" Thomas cuts her off, "It is, Teresa. I saw it." Confusion, anger, and sorrow swirl in my head, making the headache stronger and ultimately driving me insane. So many emotions and so many questions, I need to say something before I really lose it, "Why would they send us up if we were with them? What's the point of doing that?"

Thomas doesn't answer for a brief moment, looking to the ground and seeming to process everything he saw. "It doesn't matter."

Silence falls among us, the three of us processing a new history about ourselves and the boys above us haven't even said a word. Outside the cell, the distant noise of Gladers continuing about their day is all we can hear, which makes me realize that no one else actually knows the truth behind Teresa, Thomas and I. The only people who know are the people right here, which gracefully takes some weight off of my shoulders.

The silence holds for another minute or two, starting to become deafening until Newt speaks up, "He's right. It doesn't matter, any of it." He pauses, "Because the people we were before the maze, they don't even exist anymore. These creators took care of that." I begin to notice some similarity with Newt's words, comforting and reassuring. "But what does matter, is who we are now and what we do now." He focuses on Thomas, "You went into the maze and you found a way out."

"Yeah, but if I hadn't, Alby would still be alive." Thomas counters, "Maybe, but I know that if he were here, he would be telling you the exact same thing. Pick your ass up and finish what you started. 'Cause if we do nothing, then that means that Alby died for nothing, and I can't have that."

No words are exchanged for a moment, allowing me to ponder on everything Newt said and realize that he's right. It doesn't matter who I was before this. What does matter is who I am now and who I choose to be, and right now all I care about is escaping.

"Okay." Thomas begins, "But we got to get through Gally first."

Thomas glances to all of us, his eyes twinkling with something I've become far too familiar with. He has a plan, and even though it might be stupid, it's gonna rescue us.

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