Nepenthe (TMR FF) UNDER EDITING

Chapter 17

I woke up scared, confused, and alone. My hands automatically want to my forearms, feeling the scratches that I had previously left when I wasn't in control of my body. It was a terrifying feeling; knowing that someone else could be influencing your decisions. Everything that I have thought, everything that I have felt...has any of it been real? Can the people controlling my body, control my emotions as well? No, I couldn't believe that. They may control what I physically do, but they could never change how I feel. The people who I am around now are my friends, and I could never be forced to like them or dislike them. But where are they now, when I need them the most?

I furrowed my eyebrows, climbing out of the bed that I was situated on. I instantly recognised my surrounds and realised that I was in the Med-Jacks quarters. Clint and Jeff, however, were nowhere to be found.

I walked through the doorway, following the distant noise that I could faintly hear. It didn't take me long to figure out that everyone was at the bonfire. The smoke and laughing kind of helped. It kind of made me angry, and sad at the same time. At least someone should have been there when I woke up. Where was Newt? I was there when he woke up from his 'accident', despite wanting to stay away from him. I have always stuck by him, so where was he? Hell, where was Minho? Or Gally, or chuck? Hell, I would've excepted Clint or Jeff to be there. But no one was. Did I really mean that little to them?

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I got closer to the bonfire. At the sound of a familiar voice close by, I quickly hid behind a tree, not wanting to be seen just yet.

"You sure screwed things up, Tommy." A British accent laughed, his words slurred. I narrowed my eyes, glaring at the bark on the tree. Newt was drunk. When I was passed out and alone he decided to party and get drunk. I'm going to set him on fire.

"Emma used to call me that." Thomas replied, and I could tell by his voice that he was smiling. I bit my lip. I didn't remember him. I recognised him from somewhere, but I couldn't be sure. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe I am his sister. But why would he be able to remember me, when I can't remember him?"

"Emma is the greatest, right? She doesn't like me drinking, because I get sad and stuff." He laughed again. I rolled my eyes, wanting to bang my head against the stupid tree.

"Then why are you?" Thomas asked. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for his reply. Yeah, Newt, why are you drinking?

"Because Alby wouldn't let me see her. It's killing me, Tommy. Gally must have noticed, because he gave me like 10 litres of this stuff. Here." My eyes widened, as I slowly stuck my head around the tree, watching the scene play out before me. Thomas and Newt were sitting on a log, facing towards me. They hadn't noticed me yet, which I was glad of. Newt offered Thomas a drink, and he grabbed it, taking a cautious swig. I smirked silently, watching Newt laugh as Thomas started coughing.

"Ugh. What even is that?" He asked, making a disgusted face, handing it back to Newt. I had to resist the urge to laugh.

"I don't even know. Like I said, it's one of Gally's secret recipes. Trade secret." He slurred, his words slowing.

"He's still an asshole." Thomas snorted, looking over at my friend. Gally was play fighting with some of the other Glader's, just like usual.

"He saved your life, today. Trust me...no one survives a night in the maze." I almost let out a gasp. Thomas tried to go out into the maze? Did they not explain to him what's out there? Did they not learn from my mistake? I'm gonna have to have a word with them. "Except my amazing girlfriend. Don't tell anyone I told you, especially her. None of the greenies are supposed to know."