The Scorch » Minho (On Hold)

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"Why are you and your brother all alone?" Brenda asked me when we were younger.

"Because we our parents turned into cranks." I replied honestly.

"Aren't you sad about them?"

I shrugged. "I didn't really know them. Andy did more than I did. What about you?"

Brenda nodded. "Same as you."

We spent that day playing around the city a little, as Andy and Jorge gathered supplies. Brenda and I were a little too immature to even think about getting food and clothes. We were still in our playful stage of childhood. I barely remember those days, but this is the only memory that stuck. It was the day Jorge and Brenda left us. I heard Jorge and Andy fighting and they were doing it quite loudly. But what was odd, was that I couldn't hear what they were saying. Or I don't remember.

Almost as if it were muffled. Brenda told me to wait in our hiding spot before she left to listen to what they were saying. She didn't come back for a little while and I didn't understand why she left me alone for so long. The one who came to get me was Andy. He had his angry face on and usually he would soften it when he was around me.

Not that time.

Something must have really been wrong.

As I looked back on that day, I started to remember things. Things like how Jorge was right when he said that him and my brother fought for days. I remember catching a few words over those next few days but I didn't think much of them.

I was only eleven after all.

Andy was quiet during those days which, once again is not a good sign. I hated it when he was like that. Brenda and I spent less and less time together and Jorge barely spoke to me. Even though they weren't my real family, they still felt like it. Then one day, during hide and seek, Brenda got called away by Jorge.

They talked. She screamed. And then she left.

It wasn't long after Jorge went after did Marcus show up. We knew him from when our parents let us go. He was a family friend. Andy was overjoyed to see him but I was still reeling over the fact that the people who I thought were my family had just left because they didn't wanna be with us. At least that's what Andy told me.

Marcus took care of us for a bit but I didn't talk the entire time he was with us. Then he was gone too. He just picked up and left, just like Brenda and Jorge.

That's when I thought I could only trust Andy. But after Jorge told me about everything that they fought about, and how my own flesh and blood had lied to me, I didn't know who I could trust anymore. I even had my doubts about Minho.

Was he worth it? Trusting? Were any of those so called Gladers even worth it? They could cost my life but I still put some faith in them. Their faith got me as far as Marcus' but it still seemed too good to be true.

Teresa was shady. I saw right through her. W.I.C.K.E.D had a hold on her, I could see it. She didn't want to follow us but she did. She could be in on it and Thomas is in love with her. He doesn't have to say anything for me to know. They stole glances at each other, way too often for it to be anything else.

What was going on with them? Not just the Gladers, but everyone. Jorge and Brenda included.

I wasn't sure how to react, or who to tell; if I should tell anyone. So I sat next to Brenda and placed a lukewarm cloth on her head as she slept away her hangover.