Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

Stuck (Minho)

Two years. Two years of being stuck in the Glade. Two years of waking up in a prison. Two years of being surrounded by just guys. Two years of the same thing day in and day out.

It's tiring. No amount of sleep can fix it. The only thing that can make it better is actually escaping.

The day was the same as always. We got up at the crack of dawn, dressed for work, put on our backpacks, and ran our sections.

The physical pain that comes from the job isn't a bother anymore. After a while, it becomes a background thought. If you wanted to focus on it you could, but when you don't it's just something that's sort of there.

The brain power is where the actual pain is. Mapping out every last thing there was, even if you saw it before, is unexplainably demanding. Heading to the Maproom right after is even worse.

It was the same as always. Nothing new was found, and we were left as disappointed as always, staring at the paper maps.

"Anything new?"I dared to ask, looking up from my page and at him. He stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the Maze model, his lips downturned in dissatisfaction.

Understanding that meant no, I merely nodded before staring back down at my paper, dragging my pencil back and forth light enough to where there were only faint lines.

I don't know how much longer I can do this. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to wake up knowing nothing's new.

"It's the same as always,"He whispered. Looking up from my notes, I saw his eyes gloss over, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Yeah. It's the same as always,"I quietly agreed, my heart dropping to my stomach as the worry of life only being this overfilled me.

Resting his elbows on the table, he covered his face with his hands. As though I wasn't even there, he seemed to go into his own sad world inside his head. Something I was also tempted to do.

Without a word, I walked over beside him. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I lightly squeezed.

Pressing one of his palms over my hand, he still didn't look at me. Despite that, I could see his eyes growing more watery, tears pooling up.

This is rough. This is really, really rough.

At least life can be really rough while we have each other though.