The Lost Glader || A TMR Fanfiction

Chapter 26 || Decisions

My eyes tore open, and I shot up gasping. My heart rattled against my chest with fear, even though I was awake and I saw that I was safe.

I placed my hand to my cheek, feeling the cool wetness of fresh tears. I took a slow shaky breath. The emotions that I felt in the dream, still resonating in my heart.

I groaned a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach beginning to form. "Thomas..." I whispered remembering him in the dream, the feeling of betrayal still fresh. Of course I had already concluded that he was working with the ones that sent us here... But seeing it played out, and experiencing it, made me question everything about him, and why he was here in the first place.

Still, something nagged at the back of my mind. The look in his eyes... He regretted what was occurring before him, he didn't wish for it to happen, yet still he didn't stop it.

I took a deep breath as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I still felt horribly exhausted, but I didn't want to sleep any longer, for fear that I might have one of those flashbacks again. This one was enough to think on for a long while.

From the low light coming from my window, I determined that it had to be late afternoon, almost evening. The doors would be closing soon without any gladers trapped inside its treacherous puzzle.

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The little bit of the day I had left, was spent in the Deadheads, wandering about aimlessly. The silence of the thick forest calming me. So many emotions clouded my mind, to the point where I could only think about last night.

Perching myself on a log, I sighed, letting my body sink into a relaxed position. My eyes drifted up to the canopy of leaves above me, grateful for the quiet.

The sound of rustling leaves made me quickly turn my head toward the noises. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized it was just a breeze.

As my head dropped forward in exhaustion, I was struck suddenly with the thought of my dream once again. I audibly groaned stress beginning to poke at the back of my mind.

There was so many questions, and zero answers to them. How I desperately wanted my memories restored, to have all these jumbled flashbacks finally put together, for something to make sense for once.

I screamed as a searing pain burned in the back of my skull so suddenly I dropped to the dirt floor, hands clasped to my temples. My body could only handle the unrelenting agony for so long before I lost all consciousness.

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"I know you probably hate me right now... But listen, I did everything I could to stop it!" I narrowed my eyes, glaring into Thomas' own brown orbs. "Clearly." I began, sarcasm thick on my tone. "If you really did everything you could, I wouldn't have gone through all I just did."

He sighed looking down shaking his head. "You don't understand all of these circumstances. I told you, we were friends. I wouldn't want you to be in pain." I scoffed, my eyes rolling.

"But I'm going to make it up to you." I pursed my lips, eyebrows raising at him. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?" He took a deep breath, briefly looking down, before he looked at me again with eyes filled with determination. "I'm going to help you escape the maze."

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"Hey! Wake up!" I gasped, my eyes opening wide, and was surprised to see Gally staring down at me, with a somewhat concerned expression. He sighed leaning back on his heels and I slowly sat up.

"What are you doing out here, sleeping and such?" He asked as I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my head. "I didn't mean to pass out... It just happened." I mumbled, remembering the moment I lost consciousness, how spontaneously it came on. Gally raised one very defined eyebrow as I sighed. "I don't know either, ok." I added while I used the fallen log to help myself stand.