Disclaimer; I do not own The Maze Runner, which is why I cry myself to sleep every night.
❝ You weren't supposed to go there.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
What have you done? ❞
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I hear the voice calling in my head while I sit in the darkness that consumes me. What was he talking about? Wasn't supposed to be where? Everything is confusing, and the harder I try to figure it out, the more confusing it gets.
I shoot up with a start, gasping for air. I claw at my throat, trying to get air in, but my gasps don't seem to bring enough oxygen into my lungs. When I finally catch my breath I blink away the fuzziness from my eyes and take in my surroundings. My breathing shallows as I look upward at the walls that tower tall above me. They must be hundreds of feet high, littered with vines and cracks. I stand and spin in a circle slowly, realizing I'm completely surrounded by these walls.
I notice lines of sunlight streaking the sky from my left. The sun is rising in the direction, so that's east. At least I've got some sense of direction.
I think of where I learned that from, but come up with a blank. It's like I can hear the words someone's using to teach me this, but I can't remember how they sound or who they were.
That's weird.
I try to think of how old I am, what I look like, who my parents were, anything, but all I come up with is a blank. I can't remember anything.
My name? What's my name?
Once again, I draw a blank. I concentrate, closing my eyes.
Hadley. My name is Hadley.
Suddenly, I feel a burning sensation on my wrist. I pull it up closer to my face to examine it, and I let out a breath when I saw what was there. In small, black letters, tattooed there were a few words and numbers that are instantly seared into my mind.
PROPERTY OF WICKED
GROUP A, SUBJECT A0
THE MISTAKE
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Fanfiction❝I know they say life is short. They say you wake up one day, and on that day, everything you wished for and you wanted, gone just like that.❞ "I try to think of how old I am, what I look like, who my parents were, anything, but all I come up with...