Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 11//

"May? May, where are you?"

The voice that sang in my ear made my skin crawl, it was too calm, lifeless, emotionless. The sound of a young girl calling out to me from a place I couldn't see in a realm I didn't know. My eyes were coated in a layer of black, no figures rushing past, no shapes forming, just nothing, and that was scarier.

"Where were you?"

The voice said again, not changing its tone from before, the same creepy voice that sounded like it belonged to a glass doll on the dusty shelf of a voodoo shop. It made my throat dry and my form quiver.

I could feel my body. Every Nerve alive with enhanced feeling with my sight taken away. I couldn't move, it felt like I was being restrained, like my body refused to let me move. But I'm not sure I wanted to, I was afraid that if I opened my eyes the eyes of the creepy girl would burrow into mine and steal my life away.

"You let us die!"

Suddenly the voice changed, the girl was wailing now, an anger burning her throat as she screamed at me for something I didn't know I did. I felt a wave of misery wash over me, guilt I didn't know I needed. It was like what this girl was saying hurt me, like I believed her, but I didn't understand a word she was saying.

The black coat over my eyes was suddenly chased away, the sudden sight of cement walls rushing past my eyes like the blazing shot of fire, like I was running through it with inhuman speed. It looked like someone had thrown me through the corridor like a ball. The walls were laced with dying Ivy that inconveniently didn't reach the top. But everything went away with one word, one name I didn't know or have ever heard in my life. But it sounded like I was screaming it, it was my voice but I didn't feel my mouth move.

"RILEY!"

"WAKE UP SHANK!"

I jumped at the sound of a voice I recognised, I was shaken from my horrid dream, this time I remembered every detail, what kind of nightmare was that? that was horrible, who was Riley? I've never heard that name in my life, why would I dream of it?

It was so hard to think of anything in particular with Minho looking down at me, what time was it? I can't have slept in for that long. Minho looked his usual sarcastic and morbid self as he looked down at me, he was completely dressed in his runner equipment so that only meant one thing.

Runner trial.

I almost whimpered at the thought, but my head was in too much of a mess to even send the message to my vocal chords. Minho was screaming at me, people I didn't know in my dream were screaming at me. It was giving me a headache.

I groaned before pulling my hands up from the depths of my warm sleeping bag to hold my temples, willing the voices to go away. It was just a dream right. Since when do things like that actually happen, although. I am in a huge Maze. I guess things like that could happen.

"What's wrong with you?"

Minho asked in a tone that said he really didn't care, it was like he rehearsed this, like he felt it was a rule to ask if I was ok. Well someone Is a rude piece of klunk in the morning isn't he. I hardly ever encounter Minho in the morning, he's usually gone into the Maze just as I wake up. So, I didn't have the pleasure of being overly familiar with morning Minho.

I groaned and ran my hands down my face as I tried to mentally prepare myself for the tragedy that is about to go down, so today is the day? The day I fake the runner trial, it's not like I haven't faked most of the trials but for some reason I felt bad for doing it, they would need all the people they can get to help find a way out and I don't want a part of that because of my own selfish desires.