A Way Back - The Maze Runner (♡Newt) UNDER EDITING/REWRITE

Chapter 15

Edited: 14/03/25

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Newt

It had been hours since my conversation with Cally in the Deadheads, but even now, laying in my bed, Minho already fast asleep in the bed on his side of our room, I could not stop thinking about it all. She remembered. Her family, her friends, her life...
     At first, I couldn't tell if she was lying or not, trying to cover up something entirely different, which is why I'd asked about her sister. I'd watched her expressions and body language as best as I could for proof that she's making it all up. But that look in her eyes... the fear, the sadness, the desperation. No way anyone could fake that.
     Even so... Could she really be from another bloody dimension? I'd meant what I'd said, I didn't think Cally was lying, she completely and utterly believes it. But does that make it true?
     A loud snore from Minho roughly pulled me from my thoughts. The first quickly got followed by a second, and a third. I growled in annoyance, "Minho." I tried, having had this issue many times before, the shank doesn't always snore but ones he starts he would not stop. At first I did my best to ignore it, but after one too many sleepless nights, I'd given up on the niceties.
     "Minho." Still no response, just another long and loud snore. "Bloody hell." I mumbled, picking up my pillow and with one well aimed throw, hit the shank in his face.
     "What!?" Minho jolted up, only half awake he noticed my pillow falling off him and put two and two together. "The hell, man?" He growled, picking up the pillow and angrily throwing it back at me, clearly aiming for revenge, only for me to catch the thing before it could hit me, putting it back under my head.
     "Ya were snorin' again. Bloody annoying."
     "You're bloody annoying, Shuckface." He bit back with a poor imitation attempt of my accent, laying back down with his back turned to me. Not long after he'd fallen back asleep.
     I tried to follow Minho's example, but every time I'd feel my body drift off my brain just jumped straight back to Cally and the drowsiness went away. Could it be true? The dimension thing? She believes it. Unless she is a way better liar that I'd given her credit for. What if she actually is one of the Creators and she'd fooled me and the others completely? As fast as the thought entered my mind I dismissed it. It didn't feel right. Cally, she... what was she? Strange? Kind? Funny? Confusing. That one for bloody sure. Ever since she appeared, I had a feeling about her, a good feeling, a familiar feeling... The same kind of feeling I'd had with Alby and Minho when first waking up in this bugging place. Like somehow I should know who they were, I'd just forgotten together with everything else.
     I turned around to lay on my other side, facing away from Minho. I did not know how to feel about it all. Part of me knew the smart move would be to tell Alby, the other part said keeping the Greenie's secret would be better. Telling on her would break her trust, that did not sit well with me either. No, this will be my responsibility. I'll keep an eye on her, see what she does, how she acts. Maybe what she's saying about being from another world is true, I mean, who would make up such a bloody ridiculous story? Or maybe she is confused, or maybe the Creators messed with her brain more than they did with ours... but then again, the phone...
If what Cally says is true, and there truly is a way out of this prison through the Maze and she can find it...
     We could finally escape.
     I turned on my back, pressing my hands to my face to try and push down the sliver of hope that had started to grow inside of me. The feeling almost too much for me to process. I'd never admitted it to anyone, but I'd given up hope of getting out of this bloody place months ago, if not longer. Only kept going to not take away the hope still burning in any of the other Gladers, knowing first hand how empty the space it left behind would be. How dangerous.
     It made me want to believe Cally, no matter how ridiculous the story. If it meant change, a way out, she could claim to come from the bloody moon for all I care.
     I did not remember falling asleep, my brain racing with thoughts one moment, and the next, I found myself dreaming of dogs running through snow and a girl dressed in purple, dangling from strings of frosted ivy. Slashing in a blind panic at the vines holding her up with a hunting knife. Not noticing the one vine tightening around her neck. I tried to warn her, tried to scream at her to stop, but no sound came from my throat. I couldn't do anything but watch as she cut the last vine that kept her from her noose.