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Sam
My eyes crack open, but the blinding daylight makes my head pound.
I blink slowly, rubbing my head to ease the pain, but to no avail the pain does not subside.
"Ow." I whimper, sitting upright in the bamboo cage, noticing Chuck sitting in the doorway, holding water and some painkillers.
"Hey, Sam." He grins, pocking his face through the cage to see me. "Rick and Jordan hit your head pretty hard, so I went to the medjacks for you and got some painkillers. But you never woke up, and I stayed the night to make sure you were okay."
It was then that I noticed the folded sleeping bag, and the dark circles under Chuck's eyes. "Aw, thank you, Chuck. But please, go and get some proper sleep, you really need it." I chuckle, taking the water and painkillers from him and sending the curly haired boy to rest.
"Where's Chuck off to?" A British voice says from the front of cage after a couple of minutes had passed by, since he left.
"Get some sleep, he's exhausted. Please let him rest, otherwise I will slap you." I threaten, making Newt's eyes go wide.
"Okay okay!" He surrenders, looking around as the gladers begin to get up and start their day.
"So, I can't let you out yet-" but he is interrupted by the sound of the doors opening and the chatter amoungst the gladers as they begin to walk towards them. And he quickly leaves me in the bamboo cage as he rushes to the now opened doors.
A period of silence washes through the glade, and I begin to wonder what was going on.
But then the gladers turn, and leave the scene with heads hung.
"No! Wait!" Chuck, who had abandoned any hope of sleep, shouts, pointing into the maze.
My heart lurches in anticipation, as the runners from inside the glade flood through the doors, carrying a dishevled Thomas, Minho and a bloodied, pale Micheal.
My mouth hangs open, tears threatening to spill as I shout and scream for Newt to unlock the door.
But he shakes his head and follows Micheal, Minho and Thomas, on their stretchers, to the medjacks hut.
Fuck you then, Newt the boot.
I raise to my feet quickly, scanning my surroundings for a way out.
But then it hits me, I hd stuffed a small, sharp foldable knife, from the kitchens, into my bra. And it was still there.
I step up onto the dry mud platform in the corner of the cage, and begin to cut the ropes holding the bamboo logs together. This allows me to make a small gap to squeeze through. And I do so, sneaking out onto the top of the slammer and onto the grass out of sight.
My heart thuds rapidly in my chest as I sprint into the deadheads out of sight, stuffing the blade back into my bra. I walk carefully and slowly through the forest until I reach the medjacks hut, where I clamber through the window and into the room.
It was empty, only the sound of soft breaths to fill the almost-silence.
My heart pangs as I set eyes on him. Minho lays on the bed, the white sheets tangled in his legs and a pillow laying on his stomach.
I smile, approaching the sleeping teen and perching on the chair next to his bed, grasping his hand. He stirs but still doesnt wake up.
A gasp falla from my parched mouth as hushed whispers grow closer and closer to Minho's room. It was Alby and Newt the boot.
I quickly scramble from the chair, and roll under Minho's bed and out of view as the door opens. My breath hitches as Alby looks around, before whispering to Newt, "I swear I heard something in here."
"It was probably a rat. The buggers are looking for food." Newt the boot whispers, or tries to. He wasn't very good at it though, and I stifle a laugh.
Alby leaves the room, and Newt approaches Minho's bedside, sitting on the chair I was on minutes earlier.
Seconds turn to minutes, and before I know it, Alby has returned, looking alarmed:
"The girl...she's gone! She escaped from the slammer!"
And I swear to god, if I wasn't under the bed at that moment, I would've laughed my arse off.
