The Lost Glader || A TMR Fanfiction

Chapter 8 || Bonfire

The day seemed to drag on unbearably long as I was forced to do different odd jobs, to find my niche, what I was best at. I found it all pointless, I was going to be a runner, that's who I was, that's what I was good at. "But since you're stuck here," they told me, "then we're going to put you to work." Even though I hated it, I wasn't going to slack off on any of the work, I wanted to prove to them that I was just as capable as any of these other sticks, if not more.

"Well that's it for today." Zart said rising from squatting in the dirt planting. I followed suit, standing up as I rolled my shoulder. Looking at the doors, I saw Minho head in with another runner I hadn't met before, they wasted no time going straight to the map room. Zart noticed me watching the runners and chuckled. "Garden work must be the most boring thing in the world after being a runner all this time." I sighed but smiled. "Eh, it's just running around in a maze for hours and hours. It gets repetitive." Not waiting for a response, I hopped the fence that protected the garden, making my way towards the Homestead.

The sounds of laughter, cheering, and shouts rang throughout the Glade, as the boys partied around a huge bonfire. What they were celebrating, I wasn't sure, but for just a few hours, it seemed like they didn't have a care in the world. For me on the other hand, it seemed like all of my cares weighed on me as I stared at the flames of the bonfire dancing and flicking around. I just couldn't help but think about how I was suddenly sent here, and what purpose I was for the creators, in the first place.

"You look like you're having a great time." My head snapped up to see Newt at the foot of the log I had placed myself on. I brushed some hair away from my face as I breathed a laugh. "Having a blast really." I said placing my elbows on my knees as I leaned forward, watching the fire again. Newt sat down beside me, and I could feel his eyes on me even though I wasn't looking at him. "Well, what are you thinking about?" He asked after a moment. I snorted leaning back and crossing my arms. "The real question is what am I not thinking about?"

I sighed, glancing at Newt for a moment. "I guess I'm just really wondering why I'm here." Newt rolled his eyes. "Well, we're all wondering that." I silently groaned. "Yeah... But there has to be a reason why I was sent here. Pulled from my own glade, just to be thrown in here with a bunch of guys." I rubbed my eyes before continuing. "If I've learned anything about these creators,everything they do is for a reason. So what's the reasoning about me? It just doesn't make sense..." I whispered my last sentence and Newt remained silent.

"But there's something else, I thought, my last memories, were from when I went to bed one night. But as I've been here, I remember waking up the next morning, and going into the maze." Newt gives me a confused look shrugging his shoulders. "Ok... What's significant about that?" "After that, I don't remember anything else. It's just gone." I ran a hand over the top of my head signifying memory loss. "What if... I found something. What if, I figured something out?"

Newt stared at me for a long time before sighing. "You can't know that. For all you know, you can't remember that time because that's when they decided to take you." I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "I don't know Newt. But I feel like I'm missing something so important! It's nagging at the back of my brain." He looked at me, sympathy etched on his face.