" 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔. "
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 Dawn and Lisa arrive in the Glade, surrounded by an enormous Maze and with an unconsious girl with them in the Box, they need to get everything together to try and unra...
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[ chapter 05. a name and a dream ]
DAWN
The stars were bright in the sky. The wind left my skin covered in goosebumps. It was cold and quiet in the Glade. It had to be around midnight or so but I couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning in my bed for what felt like hours I'd come outside to get some fresh air. I sat down under a tree and watched as the Glade turned dark around me.
The sight of Ben being pushed into the Maze, and his scream, his awful, beast-like scream kept on echoing through my mind. I couldn't seem to shake that image, no matter how hard I tried. It seemed determined to repeat itself behind my eyes to haunt me. There were too many things running inside of my head to sleep.
Actually I was wondering if I would ever sleep again.
'You! Eh greenie!' A voice whispered through the darkness.
I immediately recognized the accent as Newt's and soon enough he appeared in the moonlight, walking towards me.
He pointed to the grass next to me. 'Mind if I...?'
I shook my head, returning my gaze to the dark night sky stretching out above me. I exhaled slowly, expecting to feel the aching pain in my chest I had felt when I first looked at him but it didn't return. Maybe it had been a one time thing, a result of shock and fear. But some annoying voice in the back of my head kept on telling me that hadn't been the case. However, without my memories, I couldn't think of what else it could be.
'It's bloody confusin' you don't have a name,' Newt broke the silence.
The wind took his words away and left them ringing through my head. The worries of being here and not knowing anything about my past had made the worries about my name look so small. It stung when Alby had taken us to the wall to engrave our names this morning. Even when these guys had nothing, they still had some piece of their identity, a piece of who they used to be before this happened to them. But I didn't. I was completely hollow, a shell. Alby told me I was allowed to engrave my name in the stone if I remembered it but at this point I started to doubt if I ever would.
