Questions // Mazerunner

10-In which we remember again

Maddy flopped into bed and sighed loudly. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. She closed her eyes for a minute and allowed herself to imagine a perfect world. If only. She crawled under the thin covers and drifted into sleep, still and quiet and calm. Mostly.

It was 2am. The grievers called and the maze cried. Or maybe it was the other way round. She wasn't sure. All she knew was that she was stumbling, falling over her own feet, towards the maze doors. Freezing, her breaths freezing in front of her, she halted suddenly. Unnaturally so.

The faces. The letters. Again. But this time the letters were words, names and the faces made sense. Two of them, at the moment, later maybe three. Who knew? (I do!) The letters, BMM had spread out over the heads of the teenagers. The first two she already knew, Ben and Maddy, but the last one, it rolled off her tongue like a swear word as she screamed it to the maze. "Mark," she cried out. "MARK WHERE ARE YOU," she was on her knees now, sobbing.
"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME AND BEN. WHY? Why? Why?" Her small sobs echoed into oblivion, but the faces stayed. Staring at her.

Mark. Who was he? And if he had left her and Ben before this, how had she known Ben? Or this Mark person for that matter? Why her? Why them? Why here? Questions clouded her vision but she cleared them all away to focus on the faces. They were younger now, except Mark. Ben and Maddy looked to be about ten, dressed in white. They matched and they looked terrified, as if there was someone just out of the picture trying to kill them. Maybe there was.

But the last face was exactly the same, stock still, not changing, except the lettering above him. BMM. Ben. Maddy. and another name. 4 letters. M- Mar-. Mark. Ben Maddy and Mark.

Suddenly the scene blurred and the dark colours changed to greens and yellows. A park. Three children. The oldest boy was probably about 8 and the other two children were 3 or 4. Two women stood chatting near the swings. They looked similar. Identical in fact. Twins.

Two twins stand next to the swings. They talk amicably as the children run up to their mothers. "Mummy," the younger boy pleads, "Please, please, please can we have ice cream?"

The other two squeal with delight and nod eagerly at their mother. The younger girl looks up imploringly, "Please Mummy please." The older boy smiled and laughs."We love you." He says it more like a question than a statement, but the parents laugh to each other and the family start walking towards a van, the girl holding the older boys hand. Her brother?

She also reaches for the other child's hand. Brother? No he had a different mother. Cousin? Yes.

So Ben was her cousin, and she could remember her mother, her aunt. But if Mark was her brother, why wasn't he here? Where was he?

A/N Sorry this was terrible :( I am trying though. Oops. Thank you for reading and please please comment etc cause I have no idea what you guys think. Also I might change the cover what do you guys think? Help please.
-K
Ps I've also started adding watermarks to my edits just in case :/