The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)

Chapter 8

I woke up long before the other gladers the next morning. It was still dark out when I did. I thought long and hard about how to get us out of here, or at least try to get the others to come up with something.

There had to be something else besides the maze that would provide hope to the Glade. Then I remembered about what Alby had said at the gathering.

Maybe I could bring hope. If I could start remembering more and more things from my past life, then who knows what that could lead us to. They had to of wiped our memories for a reason.

Then I decided that it all started with the song. I had to remember the entire song as a start. Then I could move from there.

So I thought long and hard about the lyrics. Kept singing them over and over in my head. Then the rest of it came to me at once.

When I was younger, I saw
my daddy cry
and curse at the wind,

Broke his own heart and I watched
as he tried to
re-
assem-
ble it,

And my momma swore
that she would
never let her-
self forget,

That was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
if it does not exist,

But darling
you are
the only exception,
You are
the only exception,
You are
the only exception,
You are
the only
excep-tion,

Maybe I know somewhere
deep in my soul
that love never lasts,

And we've gotta find other ways
to make it alone
or keep a straight face,

And I've always lived like this,
Keepin' a comoratble
distance,

Up until now I had sworn to myself
that I'm content with
lonliness,

'Cause none of it was ever worth the risk

Well you are
the only exception,
You are
the only exception,
You are
the only exception,
You are
the only exception

I didn't know how it happened, it just came to me, like someone flipped a switch in my brain. Just like when I remembered the music.

If I sang this to the gladers, would it give them hope? Or fear? There was only one way to find out, and I was going to take my chances.

~

I watched as Minho wrote "size 10 running shoes" in horrible handwriting on small scrap of paper.

"What's that for?" I ask and take a bite of my slice of toast.

"If you write something on a piece of paper and throw it in the box before it goes down, the Creators sometimes send it up," he says.

"You can request supplies?" I ask, anxiously. That's strange. It seems like the people who put us here would give us the opposite of anything we want.

"Yeah and the box comes up today," he says.

If the Creators are granting our requests it either means that they are giving us what we need to help us, or giving us what we don't need to point us in the wrong direction.

If they are trying to help us out of here, then maybe they could help me.

No, I think to myself, if they're the ones who sent us here then why would they want to help us escape.

But it was at least worth a try. Hope, it's all we really need.

~

I shovel down the rest of my breakfast and run out to find a piece of paper and something to write with.

Eventually I find some paper and a pen outside the Map Room; which I'm not allowed inside.

Fearing my chances of getting in trouble, I quickly rip off a tiny scrap of paper. What should I write?

I quickly try to think of something to write down as my head strains for answers. I cannot get caught.

"Hey!" someone yells from behind. Shit!

Then I remember what I was thinking about earlier, Hope, it's all we really need.

I quickly write, "HOPE" in all capital letters and shove the piece of paper in my bra. I sneakily throw the pen back to where it was and stand up, just as someone runs up to me.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" some guy shouts at me.

I turn around to face him, "Thanks a lot shank, you scared it away!" I shout back.

"What are you talking about? You aren't supposed to be over-" he starts, but I cut him off.

"I saw a beetle blade and I was trying to look at it! But you had to run your loud shuck mouth," I say. I was a pretty good liar, if I do say so myself. Maybe that's not something to be proud of though.

"Well you aren't supposed to be around the Map Room. So slim it and leave!" he says.

I walk off and smile once he can't see me anymore. My plan worked, I was going to get my hope.