A new girl in the glade falls hopelessly in love with Newt, but what happens when her past unfolds. Lilah can no longer hide from the truth. She must face her battles. While balancing her live life. Easier said than done.
✰Will Lilah choose...
In a new direction, So how will I know I've gone to far?
New Person, Same old mistakes- Tame Impala _________________________________
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I groaned. My headed pounded as I swayed it left and right. A few feet away the griever struggled to get un tied. It had got caught up in the vines.
"Come on. We have to go." Thomas rushed. He held out a hand and I took it. Once back on my feet we ran as far as possible from the griever.
I crashed into a firm figure, thinking it was Thomas I was about to curse at the boy, but when Minho appeared in front of my eyes I jolted.
"You crazy soon a bitches." Minho cursed.
"You scared the crap out of me, Minho."
The griever began to claw it was out of the trap. It was only a matter of seconds before it starts chasing after us again.
"Come on- Come on." Minho ran in one direction and Thomas and I followed behind.
I heard the walls of the maze create loud noises; meaning the maze was shifting.
"It's changing. The maze is changing." I looked around desperately, trying to see if I could make out any walls that might be moving. The maze was too dark and my eyes barely opened due to the lack of sleep.
"Come on- Come on-Come on. This sector is closing, we can losing em down here." Minho ran past us down a narrow hall.
I looked at the two walls. They've slowly started to move towards each other. A thought appeared in my brain. If we can get the griever in the hall before the walls shut close then-
Poof. Gone.
"What are doing, Lilah?" Thomas shook my body. He looked at me confused and worried.
"Lilah, Thomas! Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"I need you to help me." My voice speed up, hearing the griever growl as it ran in our direction. "The walls will close on it, Thomas. We can-"
It clicked.
My plan clicked in his mind and told me to run. I ran down the hall, that slowly crept on to me. I couldn't look back. I knew Thomas was stalling.
"What are you doing? Thomas! Run! Run, you idiot!" Minho frantically screamed at Thomas repeatedly.
Shit. Thomas move you idiot.
I paused, and quickly jumped in my heel to run back to Thomas. The griever swung at the brunette and I came just in time to pull him out of reach.
We ran like our lives depended on to. Which they very much did, right now.
"Come on, Thomas! Lilah! Don't look back- Run!" Minhos voice cracked as he encouraged us to continue to run.
Thomas ran with the griever right behind him. The walls were closing up on us and my stomach twisted into a knot.
I felt two hands on my upper back and they yeeted me towards Minhos figure. I tripped over my feet and feel to the side, hitting my head on the hard surface.
"Thomas!"
The walls slammed shut.
The impacts of the fall cause my ears to ring. I blocked out the noises around me. My body was trembling and I struggled to stay awake. Soon enough everything turned blurry. Out of exhaustion my eye lids fluttered heavily; they opened and closed.
Then, I saw nothing but darkness.
Am I dying? Oh God. It feels like i'm dying.
𖨆𖨆𖨆
Everything is going to Change.
Everything is going to Change, Lilah.
Wicked Is Good.
W.C.K.D is Good.
𖨆𖨆𖨆
A bitter laugh echoed. "I thought we were dead. There's no way we would've made it-"
I heard voices but couldn't make out any of them.
I stirred in my sleep, waking up from the horrible nightmare. I no longer felt the coldness of the maze and night. The heat of the sun warmed my skin, under its touch.
My eyes flitted; moving swiftly and lightly open. Bright sun rays shinned into my pupils. Finally adjusting my vision. The first thing I saw was the beautiful blue sky, white clouds in different shapes appeared among the sky. It all looked like blobs.
I'm alive.
"She's awake!" I heard Chuck shout.
I used the palm of my hands to push myself in a sitting position. A hand touched the small of my back gently.
"Take it easy, greenbean." Newts sweet voice went through one ear and out the other. He touched my forehead gently. When I finally proceed where I was and what happened, I came to my senses and my vision un blurred.
"Newt." I whispered in disbelief. The handsome blonde was squatted down next to me. His eyes met mine and as soon as they did my lips curved upwards into a bright smile.
His deep eye bags went unnoticed when he smiled at me.
"We thought you were dead." Chuck said, with a frown on his face. "We heard you scream- It was terrifying."
I looked at Thomas, who was already looking at me. They must've heard me scream when I fell and Thomas had to catch me.
I thought I was going to die. My scream must've so horrible to hear late at night.
The boys turned their focus to Alby, Minho and Thomas. Making me feel less self conscious at all the stares.
"You're safe now." Newt reassured and I responded with a grateful expression. Correction I would've responded with a smile. Old me would've never hugged Newt so raw and naturally.
So when I threw my arms around Newts neck and pulled him into a desperate huge, he was startled. Newts heart rate speed up and I felt the vibration on my chest. After a couple of seconds the blonde boy melted in my grasp.
His hands wrapped around my torso; squeezing my waist tightly. "I missed you." Newt softly whispered.
We moved away from each other, putting distance between us. "I missed you too."
"You saw a griever?" I heard Chuck question.
"Yeah." Thomas replied. "We did." He corrected.
I looked at Minho. His eyes darted away from the unconscious Alby.
"They didn't just see one." Minho paused dramatically. "They killed it."
