final moments → THE MAZE RUNNER ✓

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
( LAST )

     I STEP FROM THE BATHROOM, a stone-cold expression on my face. I know, I know. I'm taking this a bit too far with the stone-cold look. But I have to do this. I have to show Alby that I can be trusted- that I can survive without everyone else pestering me.

And so, I sit on my log, away from all the Gladers who are currently finishing up today's work.

Newt gathers the Runners, talking to them for quite a bit, before all of them spread out, heading in different directions. One of them, Minho, sprints to the Homestead, careful not to look in my direction as he passes. But as for Newt, he wasn't as focused.

His gaze drifted, and our eyes locked for a short moment. But as soon as it happens, he bites his lip, then looks away.

I stare at the ground, trying to hide the hurt expression that falls over my face. I didn't realize that having no one could be this bad.

I stand from the log, and trot over to the woods, determined to keep away from anyone that could tick me off. I lift myself into a tree, and lay down on a branch, closing my eyes and closing out all noises.

I allow my thoughts to flow freely, immediately thinking of Thomas in particular. I'd have to tell him about my memories soon enough, and the other Gladers too. I couldn't keep a secret from them, especially when it was one as important as remembering a time before arriving in the Glade.

Alby would have my head, and I just knew it. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't trust him with it. He'd banish me as soon as the words got out of my mouth. He was just waiting for an excuse to banish me, and that would be the greatest one of all. And, knowing my luck, I'd have a special type of punishment before banishment.

Grace? Can you hear me?

I let out a loud screech, and fall from the tree, my nose smashing against the ground forcefully. Hearing a loud 'snap,' I yelp out in pain, clutching my arm close to my chest.

I roll onto my back, and hold in my tears. I sit up, and lean against the trunk of the tree, touching my nose with my hand. Blood runs from my nose, and I wince as a searing pain shoots up my nose.

I examine my arm, barely touching it with my good arm. I grit my teeth, and hold in screams as I can feel a broken bone through my skin. I silently curse the person who even dared to talk to me while I was relaxing.

I wasn't talking. Not exactly, anyway.

I flinch as a girl's voice echoes through my head.

You did this to me! I snap. Who the hell are you, and why the fuck are you in my head?

Chill, Grace. The girl chuckles. It's me, Teresa. Don't you remember me?