Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

|02|

Newt stared at Charlotte in disbelief. In seconds, his heart had puzzled itself back together, and now, it was broken again.

What seemed to hurt the most was how different the girl looked from the glade, in more ways then one. She never had her hair down, and now here it was, straight and clean. All of the dirt was scrubbed off her face so he could see her freckles.

He wanted to run up and hug her so bad.

"Charlotte?" Thomas said, taking a step forward. The girl threw her hand back and Thomas immediately took a couple steps back with his hands up in disbelief. "Charlotte, it's us. It's me, Tommy."

She shook her head while eyeing the boy. "How do you know my name?"

"Charlotte, quit kidding around. It's me."

"I don't know who you are or how you know my name."

Charlotte scanned everyone, and Newt didn't see one hint of recognization in her green eyes. Only confusion. "Where are we?" She asked, still having her knife up and ready to throw in an instant.

"Charlotte," Minho said, taking steps toward her. "Put down the knife and talk to—" The black haired boy threw himself to the floor as a knife whizzed by his ear, nicking it.

"Ah, Charlotte! What the hell!" He roared, putting a hand over his ear. "Stay back!" She hissed, grabbing another knife from her belt. She only had two left. It finally dawned on Minho that she meant business. The knife that she'd thrown landed by Newt, and he tugged it out of the ground and picked it up. It had little markings all about the handle from accidentally cutting the other blades.

"Where are we?" The girl asked, fear beginning to replace the confusion in her eyes. She couldn't stop looking at everybody, and he knew what was coming on to her. A panic attack.

The hand that had the knife held up was shaking more and more, her chest was going up and down faster and faster, her eyes had tears prickling in them, her lips began to quiver.

"We don't know." Thomas said, shrugging his shoulders, not catching onto her behavior.

Charlotte dropped the knife to the floor, it landed with a loud clatter. She breathed in heavily, tears threatening to flow from her eyes. She put her hands on her temples and looked down.

"What the hell is happening to us?" She said through a heartbreaking sob.

Newt took careful steps to the girl, then kicked the knife out of her reach. She barely noticed, or at least didn't show it, and he slowly wrapped his arms around her, giving her plenty of time to push him away if she desired, but she never did. He rested his chin on her head and let her cry.

A few boys from the glade ran over and helped the mystery boy get unbound and started pelting him with questions once they took a few steps back from the two.

Newt looked down at Charlotte, but couldn't see her face since it was in his chest. He gently rubbed her back and held his tongue. He wanted to beg her to remember him and the memories that they shared. He wanted to tell her all about the glade, and hope that something would come back to her. He wanted to tell her that he loved her.

But the Charlotte he was holding was not the same Charlotte back in the glade. The Creators had completely shattered the girl he once knew.

The boy suddenly felt overwhelmed with anger. The Creators had put them in a maze for three years with no memories, then they bring a girl, then they take her away. Why couldn't he have one good thing in his life? The Creators had put him through so much shit, and now they take away his love. He wanted to scream in frustration and yell at the Creators to bring back his Charlotte. To bring back the girl who would run the maze and be bold and throw knives everywhere, he just wanted his Charlotte back. And he couldn't have her. His heart spilt right down the middle, and he closed his eyes to keep back tears.