Remember for the Both of Us [COMPLETED]

18: Night Run

I dashed through the Maze, heart pounding at every shadow. I was daring, reckless even--the Chancellor couldn't kill me, not yet. I was still too important. I found my way to the Cliff, creeping around the last turn nervously. Nothing. The passageway was empty.

I breathed a sigh of relief, turning around to go back.

As I jogged through the passageways, it started as a tick on the edge of my hearing. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't locate what it was. It got louder and louder, and my stomach dropped sickeningly as I realized what it was. Sobbing. Terrified sobbing.

I cursed as I realized the Grievers and I were both traveling the same path--either away from the Glade or back to it. And there they were, bristling with spikes and carrying the limp body of a boy. I turned and fled down a corridor, blindly fleeing as far away as I could. Face to face with them, I wouldn't put it past the Chancellor to maim me, at least.

About five minutes later, I slowed to a jog and realized I was completely and utterly lost. I tried retracing my steps and got nowhere but more lost. I bit my lip, thinking through my options, and suddenly realized I had a map, stuffed in my pocket from the Run I took what seemed like forever ago. I pulled it out. 

I was in a long, long hallway with passages branching off alternating to the right and left. Hands shaking, I tried to find a spot on the map similar to that. Every second I spent stationary only increased my nerves. Finally I found it, and started tracing my way back.

The sun was high in the sky when I stumbled back into the Glade, exhausted. People rushed around me, but it faded into a blur. I just wanted to sleep. 

Newt's face broke through my fatigue. "What were you thinking?" he asked. "We thought you had died!"

"It's unguarded during the night," I said, too tired, both physically and emotionally, to respond to him. I felt it deep inside of me, just the need to curl up and sleep until I forgot everything I had ever seen or experienced. For a moment, I wished I could've lost all my memories and been sent up in that Box just like the rest of them. Memories were a heavy burden.

He hugged me, tightly enough that I couldn't breathe. "Thank goodness you're alive," he mumbled. "You'll have to spend the day in the Slammer, but at least you're alive."

He locked the door behind me, and I lay down on the floor. "Don't ever do that again," he said, looking at me through the bars. "Sure, we needed to know that, but it wasn't worth you risking your life, okay?"

But I was already asleep.