Remember Me || The Maze Runner || Minho

14 - The Beginning of the End

"Thanks for guarding the door for me, Newt," I said as I walked out of the bathroom. My hair dripped on my clothes making small wet spots. Steam poured from the room like fog rolling in on a cool early morning.

"You're welcome. You have no buggin' clue how many guys try to sneak in," he mentioned.

"As long as you keep them out," I sighed.

"I always do. I think I'm finally starting to wear them down a bit."

"Ya know, you're a really a good friend, Newt."

Newt laughed and squeezed my shoulder. "And you're a great one, Annie."

I smiled and hugged him. "I think I'm goin' to goto my room for awhile. See you at supper?"

"Yeah, see you then."

We went our separate ways after hugging once more. When I got to Minho and I's room I plopped down on the bed. I laid face down in the pillow with an exaggerated sigh. My muscles finally got a chance to relax and it felt amazing.

The door opened and closed behind me. "That better be Newt or Minho," I said, my voice muffled in the pillow.

"Minho," he called out.

I pushed my self up before jumping up and hugging him. Although he was sweaty, and slightly stinky, I hugged him like my life depended on it.

"What you doing back so early? It's barely past noon," I asked.

"I ran faster so I could see you sooner," Minho told me. "Why's your hair wet?"

"Shower."

"I see. I might be taking one soon."

I sat back down on the bed while Minho began to unbutton his blue shirt. I tried not to stare but it was completely useless. Minho looked up, without moving his head, and smirked. He looked back down before continuing.

"Do you want to help me?" he suddenly asked me.

"What?" I questioned, my heart racing.

"I'm tired from running," he pouted, his arms flopping to side. "Please, Anne."

I sat there contemplating for a moment, but decided to go for it. "You're such a big baby."

I unbuttoned the first one, then the second. There were only three left. I undid the next button, then the other. One left.

As soon as the last one was undone Minho's lips found mine. He pushed my back into the wall as I ran my fingers through his hair. His hand wondered it's way up my shirt.

"I love you so much," Minho said when we broke apart. "So much."

"I love you more," I confessed.

I kissed him again. It deepened and became more passionate. When we parted for the second time I slid his shirt off his shoulders.

Minho leaned in to kiss me again, but he stopped when he caught me staring. He caught me staring at a scar that ran down his torso.

"I forgot about that," he started. "Or I really hoped you wouldn't notice."

"Minho it's-," I was cut off.

"Don't tell me it's fine. Cuz it's not, Anne. I have these scars all over me, to remind me everyday about that day. It haunts me. I have nightmares, and I just can't get the image of that Griever from my head. I remember the blood. There was so much and it was all mine. But the pain was unbearable. It hurt so much. I don't want to remember it, but my mind won't let me forget."

He took a deep breath and turned away from me, revealing more scars on his back.

"Don't tell me it's fine. Please don't"

A tear rolled down my cheek at the sight of him. He's broken down right in front if me, and I don't know what to say. All I could do in that moment, was watch.

"The only thing that keeps me sane is you. Hearing your voice, seeing your face," Minho said, his voice cracking. "But please don't treat me like a shucking freak."

He was crying now, along with me.

Minho's slouched figure was so broken on the inside. Behind every word was pain.

"Please say something," he croaked. "I need you to say something, anything, please."

I walked up to him and I kissed a scar that was on his shoulder. "I love you," was what I said. "I love you," I repeated, my voice shaking.

Minho turned around, he was trembling.

"I love you, Minho. If it's the last thing I do, I will take away your pain. Every single bit of it."

"I know you will." Minho kissed my cheek softly. "I'll be in the shower." He pulled his shirt on and excited the room silently.

Running my hands through my hair, I sat on the bed. My emotions were on high, and I needed to be calm.

Suddenly I was standing. Then I was walking to my bag.

But I wasn't doing that. My body seemed to be controlling itself. I tried to stop, but it was impossible. I was screaming inside my own mind.

I unzipped the bag. My hand slipped inside and felt around until I found what I was looking for.

I desperately wanted to stop. I needed to stop. But I kept moving, I was unable to speak or even blink at my own free will.

I left my room, the object gripped tightly in my cold hands. I would have to be killed before I would let it go.

I kept walking until I came to the edge of the Deadheads. A boy went into the trees alone. I followed him, I never even stepped on a twig. The woods seemed so quiet, so... deadly.

All of a sudden, the boy stopped. He spun around and looked me straight in the eyes.

I lifted my arm before pointing the gun at his terrified face.