LIMERENCE ﹐ the maze runner.

8

RECAP OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER:
(for those who didn't read it)

   1. Clara tried out being a Runner. She didn't enjoy it and got tired very quickly.
   2. Clara saw Newt jump of a wall in the Maze.
   3. Archie and Clara grew closer as friends.
   4. Clara found out about Grievers.

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Three days passed. Nothing much happened, Newt still hadn't woken up, people went on with their daily jobs, Nick kept control over the Gladers.

Clara decided to help Archie and Clint out in the Med-House.

She was checking up on Newt when it happened.

"Clara?! Can you hear me?" It was the voice of the boy she had heard the day she had got here, when she had taken a shower. "Clara? Can you hear me?!"

Clara looked around and saw Archie and Clint at work. Her lip trembled, and she ran out.

"Clara!"she heard Archie call after her.

But she kept on running.

"Clara? Can you hear me? Say something, anything. I'll be able to hear you,"the voice echoed through the back of her head.

Clara ran to her room. She flopped down on her bed.

"Say something,"the voice said again.

"I can hear you,"she whispered to herself, hoping that whoever he was, he could hear her.

"Okay, good. Now, listen, don't talk. We don't have time."

Clara nodded, and the voice continued.

"Clara, you have to be careful, okay? You have to be careful. Tonight, I'm going to try get some of your memories back. You can't tell anyone, you understand? Nobody. I have to go, they're gonna find me."

"Who's going to find you?"she whimpered to herself. But the voice didn't reply.

Clara sighed. What had the boy meant by 'I'm going to try get some of your memories back'? More importantly, why had he offered to do something like that?

"Who are you?"she whispered, hoping he would reply this time.

He didn't.

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That night, Clara lay awake. The room felt empty, since Newt wasn't there and Minho was fast asleep. The only sound she heard was the faint sound of Minho's snoring.

Nothing was happening. She didn't hear the boy again, she wasn't remembering anything.

She sighed, and got out of her bed. She wrapped one of Newt's old jackets around her - she was feeling too lazy to go look for one of her own.

She quietly crept out of her room, and started walking to the Med-House. There was a cold breeze, so Clara wrapped the jacket around her tighter, her bottom lip trembling because of the cold.

She opened the door to the Med-House. It creaked slightly, and she closed her eyes, cringing, hoping she hadn't woken up any of the Gladers.

She lit a candle - it was dark in the Glade, and that was the only source of light.

"Hey, Newt,"she said, sighting down on the chair next to his bed. "I know you can't hear me - but I need someone to talk to."

"Newt, I think I'm going crazy,"Clara said, deciding to purposefully leave out the part out the boy. "I don't know what's going on. I think the people who sent us here are screwing with my head, and, I-"