A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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There is no pain so great as the memory of what was.
So when Madlyin's memories flooded in, each one more vivid yet disorienting than the last, it felt like her head was about to explode. Faces she once knew but couldn't name, places she'd been but couldn't quite place, feelings she felt so vividly but didn't know how, it all was starting to make sense— sort of.
There was Thomas, his warm brown eyes filled with determination as they huddled over a computer in a darkened security room. Teresa's confused as she looked at whatever the boy was showing her. The bitter taste of coffee on late nights spent poring over data, the weight of responsibility crushing their young shoulders.
It felt like Madylin was running down endless hallways, chasing the ghosts of her past. She could almost touch them, almost remember everything, but each time she got close, the memory dissolved like mist. With the frustration building within her, a scream caught in her throat.
She saw herself laughing with Teresa and Nick, and felt the warmth of Thomas's hand in hers, him pulling her in closer to his side. Her brother cracking a joke about how she and Thomas better not be doing anything dirty and her rolling her eyes.
Then the next memory, and the next, and the next.
Young her sitting inbetween her brother and a little boy with brown hair as she watched another young boy who was next to a little girl hold each other close sitting across from her on a train. The train moving jostling all the young kids in their seats, all of them not knowing where they were heading.
Memories continued to assault her. She saw herself running around a lab being chased by Nick, an older woman warning them to keep it down or go elsewhere. Her arguements with Teresa and then crying alone in a small, windowless room. Seeking around with a certain Floppy brown-haired boy as they attempted to keep their new relationship a secret from her overprotective older brother. Her in a hospital room, monitoring some children's heart rates with a frown. She.... worked for them? Each image was crystal clear for a split second before dissolving into a haze of confusion.
Why?
Madylin's eyes flew open, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as she jolted upright. Her heart raced, pounding against her ribcage. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, mixing with the tears that had begun to fall from her eyes.
