𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒-Maze Runner, Thomas

𝟬𝟬𝟭.out on a midnight mission

I would've never made fun of someone's fears. It was different for everyone. I was terrified of water for example. It might seemed strange or even amusing to others, but I had my reasons.

Just because I didn't walk around telling people about it, it didn't mean it wasn't there. My mother taught me that people often weren't who we thought they were and I agreed with her.

You never knew someone else's story or background, so you didn't get to judge.

Judging was something I almost never did. In my opinion, it's was own choice what people did with their lives. As long as they let me live the way I wanted.

If they didn't...they would wish that they did.

But people never did that. That was the problem. They put you into categories and told you what kind of person you were. I didn't think that was fair.  

The only ones who knew my backstory weren't alive anymore. And I couldn't help but think that it's my fault. I was well aware of what survivors guilt was, thought in my case I really was the reason for everything that happened.

Wicked took me away from my family when I was ten years old. I was sixteen now. Back then I was living in a small house not far away from a city whose name I couldn't remember. I knew that our house was one of the few that weren't taken over by the cranks yet.

My brother and I never saw the outside world after the sun eruptions. At least one of us didn't. Finn never listened to any of us. He left our home every time my parents drove to the city for supplies.

When we talked he would never tell me what he did outside through the first year. We didn't even talk during the second year.

As cruel as it was I got used to it throughout the years. An older brother who was ignoring me and turning into someone I never believed he could be, permanent worried and frightened parents and in the end also the loss of hope.

To this day I still didn't know what kept me going every day. Maybe it was the fact I had a family. We weren't happy but we had each other.

It went on like this day after day until eventually, I stopped counting. We all waited for something to happen. Something that would change our fate. And it did. Just not the way we wanted.

Six years at the wicked compound and I could still recall it all, as if it happened yesterday.

In school, I learned that sometimes when a person goes through something horrible or traumatic the brain lets them forget about it. Unfortunately, mine never did me that favor.

These people, in black suits and weapons bigger than my arms, stormed into our house without a warning. In a few minutes, they took away everything from me. My past and my future. My home. My family.

And all of that for what? A serum.

Destroying every little part of humanity just to save the few people left. Was it worth that? I didn't think so. But that might just was my opinion.

No matter if they did it for a good reason, I would never forget what they did to me.

My older brother had the flare. He was the first one they killed. I knew he would have died in a matter of time anyway, but I wasn't ready to lose him like that. He was a bad person. I didn't love him and he certainly never cared about me. I still missed him though.

My mother tried to hide me. We were both sobbing as she pulled me into the basement. Maybe she was even more frightened than I was. I knew that she would have done everything to save me. Nothing in the whole world would have changed that. It was her own words.