The First Glader |Canceled|

Teresa

"Forgetting about you was the worst part." I knew it was to Thomas and I just waved and she smiled at me. I would be lying if I said she wasn't pretty because she was, and she looked familiar. She stood on Thomas's right and was leaning against the wall, she was in a long white sleeve shirt, jeans and brown shoes, she looked on guard. "Tom, do you really not remember me?" Her voice was soft and comforting.

"You mean ... you remember me?" he asked, embarrassed at the squeak that escaped on the last word. I would have laughed if this wasn't such a serious time.

"Yes. No. Maybe. " She threw her arms up in disgust. "I can't explain it." She looked so frustrated. "I remember remembering," she muttered, sitting down with a heavy sigh; she pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees. "Feelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they're empty. As if everything before this is just on the other side of a white curtain. Including you. That kid looks very familiar," she nodded toward me. "And I remember a girl about his age, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes."

"But how do you know me? Them?"

Teresa turned toward him. "I don't know. Something about before we came to the Maze. Something about us. It's mostly empty, like I said."

"You know about the Maze? Who told you? You just woke up."

"I ... It's all very confusing right now. " She held a hand out. "But I know you're two seem like my friends." I smiled while Thomas was in a daze.

Thomas pulled the blanket completely off and leaned forward to shake her hand. "I like how you call me Tom." I shook my head laughing into my hand.

Teresa rolled her eyes. "That's your name, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but most people call me Thomas. Well, except Newt-he calls me Tommy. Tom makes me feel ... like I'm at home or something. Even though I don't know what home is. " He let out a bitter laugh. "Are we messed up or what?"

I almost asked them something but didn't want to ruin their moment. She smiled for the first time, it was dazzling and yet familiar at the same time. "Yeah, we're messed up," she said. "And I'm scared. "

"So am I, trust me. " Which was definitely the understatement of the day.

A long moment passed, both of them looking toward the ground. Was this like some awkward first date or something? Good greif! I leaned against the wall and studied the girl, not like a creep but just her body language. "What's ...," he began, not sure how to ask it. "How ... did you talk to me inside my mind?"

Tersa shook her head and I knew she was speaking to him. What is she saying to him?

Letting you in on their private conversation would be rude.

Ro, come on I'm figuring things out.

Good, Teresa is important, more important than you believe.

What are those creatures from my memories?

There was silence for a moment before she replied, Shades. They're from the other maze.

You're keeping me from listening to their conversation.

Well duh, I'll leave you alone. Talk later okay? I have to do somethings here.