Liar [Maze Runner Fanfiction]

seven

"Once upon a younger year when all our shadows disappeared, the animals inside came out to play." - The Nights, Avicii

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She knew it was going to be a bad day the second she rolled off the bed.

She'd been having one of those dreams, the one where the blue-eyes girl stared and reprimanded her.

Elizabeth was sick of her, sick of how her eyes blazed bright blue and those perfect dark eyebrows furrowed in accusation, sick of how she called her a liar as if it was destiny.

She was sick of everything.

The awful dreams came every night. She dreaded having to lie down and close her eyes, because once she did, the girl would come again with her piercing stare and strange words.

Elizabeth swore that she would punch that girl in the face if she ever got out of the Glade.

She had woken up, a scream caught in the back of her throat, tangled up in the bed sheets. Only a small strip of blanket was rolled around her torso, and she was tangling dangerously on the side of the cot.

Of course, she immediately crashed onto the floor when she was fully awake.

"Shuck," she muttered, glaring at the blanket accusingly. She lay there on the ground, too lazy to get up again, and stared up at the ceiling, only getting up when her back started to hurt.

She padded across the room and pushed the curtains open, surprised to find that the sky was still dark.

Finding that she couldn't go back to sleep, Elizabeth changed out of her bedclothes and into a quarter-sleeved shirt and cargo pants. She listened to the crickets' chirps coming from the Deadheads as she slowly laced up her shoes, a small dull pain throbbing at the back of her head where she'd hit the floor.

She quietly pushed open the door, and tiptoed out of the Homestead.

Sleeping figures were curled up on blankets and mattresses. Most of the Gladers preferred sleeping outside, since the rooms would sometimes be too small and stuffy. Snores could be heard from all directions.

Careful not to trip over anyone or step on a hand, Elizabeth hopped over the sleeping Gladers and jogged to the Deadheads.

It was calm, and the darkness was strangely reassuring. She could hear the crickets chirping on the trees above and the steady groan of the shifting Maze.

She's gotten used to the Grievers despite her short time in the Glade, and their moans, while still frightening seemed to be a sign of hope. Hope that they would get out, that they were put there for a reason.

Sighing, Elizabeth curled up against the trunk of a willow tree and stared up at the stars above, which were slowly fading out.

She thought of her past life, or what she could remember, anyway. She knew she was someone important, or at least, her parents were important. The flashbacks from her nightmare told her that they were like scientists, or worked in some research center, that they were filthy rich, and would always give her the best of everything.

However, no matter how hard she concentrated on imagining them, they were never there, just blurry black shapes.

The sky slowly faded from velvety black to a purple, then streaks of pink appeared in the horizon just above the Maze walls.

"What are you doing at this klunk hour, Greenie?" A voice from her left asked. Elizabeth looked up, and saw a tall Asian boy, wearing a backpack and running shoes.

"Hi Minho," she greeted unenthusiastically. Lack of sleep has gotten the better of her. "I should ask you the same question, you know."

"Nah, shank, I'm a Runner," he replied, pride in his voice, "Runners get up early." He did a little jogging dance, chest puffed up.