Changing the glade

Fifteen

On my mind drifts, just like it has for however long I've been in this daze. "Gemma, gem, please gem can you hear me, talk to me please, anything I don't care!" on I float, feeling like a cloud no cares in the world. I leave the voice fading in the background. 
'Hey gem, you're close now, please get up and carry on. See you soon gem' I could hear a smile in the persons voice. It was a boy.

Reversing along your drifting patterns is difficult, but i wanted to get away from the voice in my head. I had no care of who he was.

I wander back, not rushing, why was there a point in rushing? It’s so nice here, no one wants to hurt you, and you have no worries. But eventually I must go back. And go back I do, a little way off I hear I faint tinkling but when I get closer sniffs and wails fill my ears, someone was crying for me. I must be wanted in this world. It's a man crying, actually, a boy crying. My lashes flutter open, newt is curled up in a little ball sobbing like the world has ended. Perhaps it has? I stretch my stiff muscles changing positions, and then get comfy once more, but just as I fade into sleep again soft lips press onto mine. Sweet dreams fill my mind until I wake again.

Slowly I open my heavy lids, they feel sticky as if their glued. Yawning I push myself up, perching on my elbows before looking about. It’s dark. I'm out in the maze. But I am not alone.

All around me boys stand. In ranks, they wait for my awakening. Footsteps and legs fill my vision and hearing. Newts crouching beside me whispering in my ear. i can't hear a single word escaping him. My eyelids grow heavy, blinking regularly to keep them open. But it’s difficult to resist, soon their closed, just resting i tell myself, not sleeping just resting.

"GEMMA!" newts shouting at me "gem, don't drift away again please, we need to get out. Out while we can."

My eyes snap open and I’m staring at that face i once called a baby. i nod, not sure why, but just to tell him I’m ready.

Newt slides an arm under my shoulders, and other under my knees. Lifting me. The boys walk on, newt continuously talking to me updating me on what happened. Snuggling in to his chest I close my eyes, until one piece of information snaps them open: at least ten boys entered the glade as the doors closed, then they heard screams.

I sniff, the air is cold, freezing my nose and fingertips. Looking around I notice we're just outside the glade, and something catches my eye, a glimmer in the darkness, halfway up the wall to the right of the exit. I squirm, trying to get a better view. I can see our exit.