The Girl Who Fell From The Moon | Maze Runner

Chapter 4: Will Take Anything For It.

Cassidy's POV

This time I woke up to the sound of someone screaming.

"Cassandra! Cassandra!" The voice reverberated throughout my brain. At first, I thought it was part of my dream until a hazy but distinct sliver of light seeped into my memories. I blinked rapidly, not wanting to continue dreaming. As the world slowing came into view, I was able to make out two figures.

"Cassie, are you awake?" Newt yelled as he shook me awake. I was able to grasp a few small details before anyone spoke again. I could see Newt's tear stained cheeks and his worried expression plastered on his face. On the other side of me stood Thomas and Ben, the same looks and expressions painted on their faces. I could distinctly make out Minho, who was leaning against the doorframe. He was obviously worried, but he was never the one for a public waterworks show.

"Hey," I whispered softly, attempting to play down my discomfort, but on the inside, everything hurt and it was painful just to move my mouth.

"Cassandra..." Ben's voice faded out of my hearing as I observed the room more carefully. There was blood splattered across my sheets as well as the walls. However, there was something that stood out to me. Stained across the wall, giving off a sick and musty smell was the word B89YT.

Flashbacks of my dream came back to me and I vividly remember the Chancellor speaking of a training experience titled with that exact phrase. Normally, I'm not one to seek attention and I definitely try to keep my friends away from anything that may potentially harm them, but at that moment, I realized that this was something that I couldn't keep to myself. Interrupting whatever Thomas was ranting about, I began to spill and tell the three most important people in my life the scarring visions I just had. Little did I know that three months later, I would look back at this moment thinking of it as my deepest regret.

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It took all the strength left in me for me to finish the retelling of my story. As soon as I finished, I remember Newt opening his mouth to say something, but before he could, my eyes drooped. I was in desperate need of sleep, actual sleep, but I was so scared of reliving those nightmares again. Minho must have sensed this because as Newt was talking, he came over to my bed and covered me with new, clean sheets. He swept my hair out of my face and gently pressed a kiss to my forehead. I didn't need him to say anything as I could tell what he was trying to convey - Sleep, Cassandra, I'll make sure that nothing happens to you or to anyone.

I did little or nothing for the next few days. Not saying that I normally do anything, I generally just sit there and sulk anyways. I stayed in the homestead with Jeff taking care of me. The whole situation gave me vertigo just thinking about it, being a med-jack, the tables were normally turned and now it made me queasy to have someone else take care of me. Many of my other friends came and visited, most of them just sending sympathetic glances my way and empathetic speeches. But only four people could make the pain go away.

I hated every moment I was in that room alone, I was scared to be alone with my thoughts because they would always find their way back to that awful, sickening word, B89YT. After a day after my outburst, Ben pointed out tattoos and wounds running up and down my arms. I instantly recognized them as the same ones that appeared in my vision, letting me know that the dream was not a dream but a memory. A recent memory.

Everyone in the Glade became ecstatic with excitement because I was the first one to ever have a flashback of my previous life. Alby used to come in every hour while the runners were in the maze to press me to talk about what I saw. Thankfully, Newt stays in the Glade the entire day and was able to shoo him away before I burst into tears.

Eventually, after a week or so, I was able to leave the homestead and go back to my normal-ish life. I was curling my eyelashes when Clint burst in, "Cassidy! You're allowed to go back to your job!"

I continued my life almost the same as I did before, but sometimes I would sit down, alone or with someone, and try to figure out the meaning of my memories. Of course, since this is the life story of Cassandra, and not some random, boring person, everything had to go wrong. My vision came true. Minho got trapped in the maze overnight. No one survives a night in the maze. 

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Short chapter this time- I'll make sure to update earlier next time to make up for it. 

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story, it means the world to me!

~Rose