Touch Of Memory

Chapter XLVIII

The Doors began to close. Rita, the Designers, the Gladers and the Explorers were back. But Rachel wasn't. She was my right arm. Without her, things would never be the same. I trusted her with my life. I wanted to go out there, to spend the night in the Maze, but I could barely walk.

'We can't just stay here,' I said.

'We can't do anything,' Sofia said.

'You did it for me. Why is Rachel diferent? If only I could run...'

Everyone remained silent. The Doors slammed shut, probably announcing her death. I didn't cry. I was sick of this. We had to get out of that living hell.

I went to look for Rita, I hadn't seen her since I'd woken up. Everyone greeted me as they saw me. She was near the guys' dorms, yelling at Cam.

'You should've told me Rachel didn't come back! I could've gone out and spend another night there and save her!'

'No you couldn't. You saved me, but that doesn't mean you could survive another night,' I said.

'You're awake!' She said, hugging me.

'I think so,' I replied, laughing.

'Another happy reunion,' Cam said. 'I gotta go, bye.'

'Go and never come back,' Rita shouted.

'I see you two are back to normal...'

'Yeah. We both agreed that we were both drunk and it meant nothing.'

'So you're gonna tell me it meant nothing to you.'

'I mean, it kind of meant. I doubt he feels the same.'

'Here we are, talking about boys. How come this never happened before?' We laughed.

'More important things: how are you?'

'Better. My memories are still fuzzy, but I'll tell you all about them after dinner. There's a lot you need to hear.'

'Good or bad?' She asked.

'Neither. Wicked stuff.' I said.

'Do you think Rachel will survive?' Rita asked.

'I don't know. Maybe.'