Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 50//

Malaya's POV

I couldn't breathe, I was back in control of my body, but all hell was breaking loose. My vision was clouded in a neon blue light, like I was seeing through water... or a memory. The voices hadn't ceased, and I could still hear the girl talking to me.

I sat against a wall, no idea where I was as I clamped my hands to my ears. She had stopped talking to me and now I was just screaming, so scared of who these voices were that I couldn't take it.

Memories were hitting me in the head so fast and fresh that all it did was fill me with fear. I could see the desert, I remember it was called the scorch. I remember the flare, the cranks and the ones past the gone.

I remember.

But I couldn't latch on as everything flooded into my head, just little things. Like how I knew a man who was Hispanic, but not his name. Or that I was immune to the flare, but no why or who else was.

I was just so afraid, why would anyone want to leave the glade. It was safer to stay here, we were safe here. No tests, no needles, no death or destruction. We were happy here, we didn't need to leave.

'Malaya get up, I can show you the way'

"NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

I screamed, so loud I felt my ears go numb and my throat dry up. I had scratched the flesh from my temples, blood running down my cheek as I ripped slices into my ears. I wanted them out of my head.

I had gone so far as to hitting my head against the stone. I had been out here for what felt like days, yet I had not seen or even heard a single griever. They weren't here, why was I still alive? How could I possibly still be alive?!

The voice shot in and out still frightened, where was it coming from? Why was she in my head.

'Please, move, you need to get up. Wicked has lost control of your mind. You need to remember the way out, you need to remember. Listen to me, I can get you to the exit. But you need to write it down, they will make you forget'

I swallowed hard as the voice made my heart pound, she had been saying that she could show me the way out for the last... forever. But was she being honest?... ugh what does it matter, I was going to die out here anyway.

I panted again, if she really did know how to escape, I would save everyone. Newt would be free.

...Newt...

His smile filled my eyes, I could picture him. Smiling, his happy face, his blissful kisses...

I needed to get back to him. This wasn't about me, this was about everyone else. But I was just so scared, I don't know if I can do this. The memories I though I remembered faded as quick as they came, I no longer remembered what I did before. It was like whatever was making me go insane had turned off the horrible memories.

Now it felt like there was every reason in the world to get up and do as the voice says. But I felt glued to the floor, was this right?

'Malaya get up, you'll be safe. You just need to follow me. Stand up and take a left, write It down.'

"How do I know if your telling the truth, you're just a voice in my head"

'You said it yourself, nothing would change if it stayed normal. Is this normal to you?'

My breath caught in my throat, did I just get out talked by a voice in my head?! I-i-I don't know what to say.

But my mind was racing, I was sick of sitting here. I needed to do something, I might die, but I might not. I might find the way out, but I might not. I would rather have some chance at finding the way out than sitting here with no chance at all.