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CHAPTER TEN: Blood runs thicker than water.

THE FIRST THING SHE NOTICED WHILE WAKING UP WAS THE SCENT OF METALIC IN THE AIR. Immediately she knew, she knew that it was blood. Gosh, how blood disgusted her - though, technically it was her fault for being in this situation. Though, was it really her fault? It was the voices that told her- well they didnt tell her to actually go in the maze... Whatever.

Guess she was going insane

but the real question is..

who wouldnt go insane after being in this hell hole?

And also, whose fucking idea was it to make a maze? Like thats literally stupid..

After mentally fighting with herself, she finally got the courage to attempt to stand. But, of course, as soon as she tried to stand, she immediately fell back down - ouch..

                                                          𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

After many attempts later, she finally was standing, before realizing that.. she still had a fucking hole in her leg. She groaned in annoyance, immediately coughing up blood. whatever. 

As she sat back down, she ripped a piece of cloth off her shirt, wrapping it around her calf - it was the best thing she could get. Of course, her stupid ass didnt bring any water with her - so she was dehydrated and hurt. 

After a moment, she crawled out from the hiding space she was in, glancing around and immediately noticing a trail of blood left behind - from herself. Thats my blood. 

She immediately tensed up, her eyes swelling up with tears - No, no. dont cry. Blood runs thicker than water. 

blood runs thicker than water. 

                                                          𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

After many more attempts, she once again, finally got on her feet. Her body ached, her head pounded like her feet running across the maze floor. Though, except, this time she couldnt run. She limped - how does newt do this everyday? She asked herself, continuing to limp down the corridors. 

Blood stuck onto her face, old and fresh. Her wounds wouldnt stop bleeding. 

She glanced up at the sky, noticing it was around sunset - how long had she been out? That she.. didnt know, but that didnt stop her. 

She continued to limp around the corridors, in hopes of finding the glade - oh how she missed her bed, minhos snarky comments, frypans cooking... It had only been a few days and she was getting into trouble. Almost a week of being here and she ran out into the fucking maze. 

She sighed, which led more blood being let out, a trail of blood running from her lips. She probably looked horrible right now - barely alive. 

Her hair was a mess, being tangled, blood and grime all over her body. Even though she had probably just slept for nine some hours, she was still exhausted - the glade was her only hope.

                                                          𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

She continued to limp around, if it was sunset then.. the doors would be closing soon - shit. 

She had to get back quick or she'd probably die. Tonight. 

She swallowed hard at the thought - Only one week of memories, thats insane. How was she supposed to just die with only one week of memories? Yeah. Not happening. 

                                                          𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Her body wanted to give out, go rest again, but her mind wouldnt let her - she had to find the glad- wait. I know where i am.