Please Tommy: Maze Runner One Shots & Imagines [On Hold]

Rose

Rose's dreams were still tortured by nightmares of her fathers slow loss of sanity 10 years after his death. The dream always started out in the happier days, when her father would sneak up behind her pinch her nose and run away, crying "I got your nose!!" Rose would run after him screeching, "Give it back! Give it back!" They would circle the house, until laughing and out of breath, Rose would corner him in the kitchen. She would take her nose and put it back on her face, saying "Thank you, sir!" Then her father would laugh. First the laugh she knew and loved from her childhood, then he would keep laughing, and laughing, and laughing, sounding less and less sane until finally the last drop of sanity dripped out of that horrid laugh. Then Rose would look up into her fathers eyes, but its was not him. It was the crank him, insane and murderous. Then Rose would wake up, screaming and clutching the sheets, knowing she, too, was a Crank, and was merely waiting the agonizing wait until she, like her father before her, was past the gone.

Okay. First of all: thank you so much. If you're reading this you read the short meaning you clicked on my story meaning you thought this was worth reading. And that means more to me than you realize.
This was among the first TMR things I wrote. My friends and I had (have) this obsession with Rose and I thought she deserved some sort of back story. It never blossomed into the full on fanfiction I imagined but I like what I wrote. What do ya think?
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