The First Gladers {Newt fan Fiction}

Chapter 4: Remembering Good or Bad?

Disclaimer: I do not own the maze runner, the pics or videos or anyone in this except Jack, Sage, and the plot kinda.

§Sage's P.O.V.§
I decide to take the box as well as the letter and pictures. I fold the letter up and put it in my pocket and then put the box in my bag. I start to head back to the glade. Its already pretty late.

When I get there I realize it's really late, and I should find a place to sleep without getting myself killed. Hmmm, I can always sleep near Jack. I guess I will do that. I climb down the wall and find Jack awake on a log basically in the middle of the Glade.

"Why are you still up?" I ask from behind him scaring the klunk out of him.
"I couldn't sleep." he answered
"Awe, was my wittle brother worried about me." I tease him wrapping my arm around his neck, he blushes.
"What? No!"
"Haha, don't worry I won't tell anyone," I tease him more.
"I'm only younger than you by 2 hours." he points out
"Your still younger, so slim it. You bloody shank." I teasingly say. Jack smiles.
"I'm glad you are back, but where did you go?"
" I wanted to see if I was correct about something."
"Were you?"
"I don't know, I'm even more confused now. I'll figure it out though."
"Knowing you, you will"
I smile "Jack, you should get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."
"I know, goodnight sis"
"Night"
Jack walks away and goes into his little hut, I sigh.

I was hoping to find answers but I only ran into more questions, I know everything about surviving in this maze but nothing about what I can cause being with the boys. I wonder if the letters are right how much of w.i.c.k.e.d.s plan am I messing up? I hope it's a lot, I mean I do hate them. Besides like they can kill me, I've been here for years. Why did they want me to join the gladers, Jack can and probably will but I will not be played by some stupid organization. I will find a way to bring them down and I will find a way to get my necklace back.

I hear something move and turn around, there stands Newt. It hurts to see him and know he doesn't remember anything that the group had done. It hurts to look at anyone from the group now, I hope they can gain their memories back.
"Hey," Newt says.
"Hi, what are you doing up?" I ask.
"I should ask you the same thing," he replies.
"Thinking"
"Understandable, you know your brother was worried about you. He looked like he wasn't going to get any bloody sleep at all"
"I know, but I have questions that I want to figure out"
"Don't we all?"
"Probably"
"How is it like?"
"Huh?"
"How is it like having all your memories?"
"It's amazing and something I never want to lose but at the same time terrifying and painful. I'm happy to have them, I wouldn't have survived as well without them. I wouldn't know anything, but it hurts. It hurts to know the friends and family I have could be dead. It hurts to know that people that I love might not remember me. It's been four years, I'm scared to get out of this maze that I call home, to leave, but I want to know answers. I want to live like I use to, I'm not sure that's even possible anymore though." I say looking at him, his eyes show that he understands what I'm saying and that he wants to remember.

I bet everyone wants to remember, but remembering isn't as joyful as it sounds. I wonder what everyone's reaction would be if they remembered. Would they resort to greed and desire? Or would they be the way they were before this bloody maze. Let's be honest, nobody is going to be the same as they were before this. Some have died and we have developed more bonds, a different kind of bond. I remember we used to tell each other "[we] would give [our] life, if it meant [they] could live" and that "[we] trust [them] with [our] life. In this maze those words are true and you see if they really would. You have to have each others backs and be okay with dying if it means someone else lives. Everyone has developed that kind of bond, the kind police teams create. No, it's much more than that. Everyone knows everything about everyone cause no ones remembers anything else. As far as everyone is concerned they have known each other for their whole life and remember all of it. It's not that far from the truth. We have all known each other before the maze and have been really good friends, but in different 'groups'. Newt, Alby, Thomas, Teresa, Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Jack and I were really practically always with each other; sometimes in small groups, sometimes all together. The rest of the guys had their own groups, I bet everyone from their group is or was here. Somehow nobody form my group hasn't died...and they won't not if I have anything to do with it.

Why did W.I.C.K.E.D. Send us here? How could I return memories? Could things end up like it was again? Is it possible to get out of here? Is the outside world bad? How will this end? Will it ever end? Will anyone ever remember? So many questions are running though my mind, I want answers, but every time I find an answer even more questions come with it. Maybe, just maybe I can find answers. Maybe I can figure things out, but first. First I need to talk with Jack, I don't want to worry him, I don't want him to grow up too fast...like I did.