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Sam
"What happened?"
And then it all comes flooding back.
The confusion evident on the glader's faces as they await Minho's arrival.
The teen I had come to love, had not come through the doors, and he never smiled down at me, and we never went to dinner. He never returned.
And as I waited, my mind flashed back to our memories that we once shared. The jokes and the laughter under the midday sun, and the pranks in the dusk as the sun began to set.
All hope is suddenly lost; and like the click of my fingers, all hell broke lose. The doors began to close, as Minho, drenched in Micheal's blood, struggles towards the glade.
He was obviously exhausted, as his legs gave way and he tumbles to the floor. And his eyes meeting mine, a single tear falling down his soft cheek, an apologetic look on his face as he remembers all of the good times in the glade.
Suddenly, Thomas bolts fowards into the maze, squeezing through the doors before they slam shut behind him.
I collapse onto the ground, tears blurring my vision, and loud hiccups falling from my mouth. My shaking hands raise up and cover my face, as I kneel on the floor for what seems like hours.
Newt crouches down next to me, with red puffy eyes, and hugs me to his chest, before releasing me, "it'll be okay, they're strong. But you need to eat something." But it seemed like he was only trying to reassure himself.
Minutes drag into hours, and I continue to stare at the grey maze doors. Alby, Newt and Gally converse behind me, arguing in ways to get me to come and eat something.
I suddenly feel a presence behind me, it was Gally.
"Look, shuckette, you've got to come and eat something. Just staring at the doors aren't going to ever bring the fucking idiots back, y'know." He nudges me, before grabbing my arm and dragging me, not so gently, to my feet.
"Get off of me! And how dare you talk about them in such a disrespcetful way. Have some respect you dick." And I punch him square in the face, a satisfactory crunch filling the air.
I then kick him 'where the sun don't shine' and knee him in the face. He stands up, and glares at me before towering over me, raising his hand to slap me before Alby comes to my rescue.
"Gally! Thats enough! And greenie, come with me." He booms. Oh shit.
"Greenie, you have broken one of our top rules; Never harm another glader. Therefore, your punishment shall be decided by the keepers, minus Minho." Alby fumes, glaring down at me in the meeting area, I glare back. Done with being the weakling of the group.
"I say, she should be put in the slammer for a month. That'll teach her for nessing with me." Says Gally, too far up his own arse to realise that he was actually in the wrong.
"Maybe two days in the slammer?" Newt suggests, shrugging sympathetically at me.
"It was Gally after all, so it doesn't matter." Adds Zart.
Gally glares at him and sighs loudly.
"Two days? Sounds like long enough in the slammer to learn her lesson." Alby nods, "thank you, keepers, you're dismissed."
"Rick, Jordan if you'd do the honors." Alby gestures to me. As a blonde haired boy and a black haired boy come towards me.
"Come on then girly, time for your punishment." The blonde one says, I think his name was Rick. And he tightly grasps my arm in his strong grip.
The black haired one, Jordan, does the same, and they begin to drag me away from the meeting room.
"Get off of me you fucking asshole!" I shout, struggling and thrashing in the glader's arms.
"Stop!" Jordan yells, as I begin to free myself, and I kick him in the shin.
"Ow, what the fuck!" He retaliates, and slaps me around the face, knocking me to the ground, and hitting my head against a jutting rock.
