Like every Glader, Helen wakes up in a moving Box with no memory of her past. "I don't know what is scarier being the only girl in a small area filled with teenage boys or being trapped in the Maze." Every week supplies arrive in the Box for for the...
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*I felt like writing today. Reading this makes me realize how long it's been. Just some minor spelling errors I cleaned up.*
Songs: Neverland by Abstract (Ruth B.). This is the boy coming up.
It's been a month since Chase's funeral, since then every day I wondered what could have been. I have recovered some of my blood loss except my scar still runs across my calf for the others to see. I try to cover it up since it does attract the Glader's eyes. Their curiosity shines through whenever it comes to me, but not the Maze. They are still mostly scared of going out there into the Maze. While they've been happily contained in their quiet and content world, I've been yearning to run free in the Maze. I wanted to run away from this hell hole. No matter how dangerous I know it to be, it stills feels like I'm closer to being in that 5% chance of finding our way out. So I can be truly safe without having to be close to Minho.
I take in a deep breath of the morning air. Same as always. I take a step, relaxing as I don't feel any pain or discomfort. I take another and soon I'm running across the grassy plain of the Glade sucking in the wonderful clean air. I feel a small smile reach my lips as I take longer strides. I hear the laughter and hollering of some Gladers behind me. I screech to a stop, breathing heavily as I reach Chuck.
"Helen, you look better." He doesn't just mean my wound, but I've put Chase's death partly behind me. I don't bring him up or the accident. I think of the present and future.
I crinkle my face as my smile widens at the youngest kid in the Glade. He is always here and he will remain in the Glade safe and happy. I make a mental note that I would protect Chuck with my life. He is the little brother I hope I had had in my past life. 'Hey, Chuckles!' I try to ruffle his head, but he ducks away with a disgusted look. I laugh.
"Don't call me that. It's annoying."
'Oh, you know you love it.' I can always sense the hidden smile he has when I tease him. He acts like he doesn't like it, but I can tell he loves the attention I give him like a mother hen does. I wouldn't blame him for wanting attention since many of the Gladers don't get the loving attention they should have. Me included.
We get interrupted as the Greenie alarm sounds which takes me by surprise. I still haven't gotten used to the obnoxious noise it produces. Chuck and I follow the crowd of boys toward the opening of the Box. We wait until the noise stops and get ready for yet again, another panicked and confused boy.
Suddenly feeling brave, I hop down into the new, yet still rusty cage, not caring that Newt is usually the first person to say hi in his British accent. I look around hoping to not see any movement or crying teenager in the corner. I really didn't want to have another poor person dragged into this horrible place. Whether it's a girl or boy. I don't know which one is worse. Since I didn't really think of my inability to speak, I hesitate and think I should just go back up and let Newt do his job.
