Lost in a Maze

Chapter 38: Please. Come with us.

The next two nights are too painful to talk about in detail. I wish I could, but even talking about the first ripped me apart.
I couldn't bring myself to visit Thomas, and so I busied myself with everything else. Hitting the nails a little harder with the hammer every time he screamed from the Medhut. Clenching my jaw a little tighter every time I overheard the builders talking about him. Blaming him.

Gally wouldn't speak to me. He just walked past me, ignoring me every time I tried. But then I wonder, if I didn't try enough. Maybe if I tried harder things wouldn't be the way they are now.

Newt and I barely had a chance to look at eachother never mind speak to eachother. Emily and I spent a lot of time together in silence, straining our bodies to the limit to protect the Glade.

To keep Thomas safe, we put him in the Box for the two nights. Although the first night, as Newt, Emily and I crouched down beside his sleeping body, listening to the Grievers prowl the Glade, he woke up suddenly and began to cry out in pain, giving away our hiding place.
The Grievers couldn't get in, but they bashed and smashed on the Box for ages.

We lost six more people.
Stan. Aiden. Frankie. Jim. Hank. Peter.

Figured out the Grievers only took three a night. Weird, confusing, but that's how it worked.

After the second night I snapped. I couldn't take Teresa knowing more than us anymore, and I shouted at Newt until he held another meeting. It didn't take much effort though, not once Gally openly admitted to remembering seeing her. He wouldn't say why, but once he mentioned, "Just as dangerous as Thomas," it was insisted that a meeting was held.

I marched over to her and took her by the arm, dragging her across the Glade to the Council House, despite most of its ceiling being caved in. It was the biggest area for us to privately hold a meeting. The boys were already waiting, Fry closed the door behind me. I shoved her into the middle of the room, so so angry. Angry about the deaths, about Thomas. About her secret keeping. "Sit the fuck down in that chair." I ordered her, running my hand over the knife in my pocket to check it was still there.

She didn't try protest thankfully, she just sat down, trying to look innocent.

"Now Teresa, do you want to finally explain to the boys why the fuck we are in this situation?" I asked, leaning forwards slightly. Aside from Newt, I was the only one standing up.

"It wasn't me! It must have been something Thomas triggered in the Maze!" She cried, leaning back in her chair.

"How convenient Thomas isn't here to defend himself against your accusations Teresa, smart thinking." I said bitterly, a sharp stab in my chest. "Speak up."

Still she persisted with her innocent self, "I did nothing!"
The anger just built up and up inside me with every lie, I turned away from her, unable to even look at her without wanting to hit her.

"Alright Teresa, we know somethings going on, and frankly your chances of survival are higher if you just bloody admit to us what you did." Newt sighed, taking over, rubbing his closed eye with his thumb.

"Gally must be lying! He must have seen someone else, he's remembering me wrong!" She shouted, Gally started shouting over her.
"No bitch I shucking remember you!"

Newt tried to shout over the pair of them as they loudly continued to argue, the words becoming a blur of accusations. I couldn't take it anymore, I whipped out my knife and held it against Teresa's throat, my other hand firmly on her shoulder.
The room went completely silent.

"The truth. Now." I seethed, digging my knife into her neck the slightest bit more.

"Alright, alright!" She gave in, I knew she could feel the sting of my cold blade against her throat, and it scared her. After a few seconds hesitance she said, "I triggered something by accident."