Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 23

*im trying to wrap this fan fiction up ASAP so that I can focus on my others more, so yeah.

I've decided that I wanted to tell you a bit more about me. I'm like 5'2" maybe 5'3" with dark brown hair that, in the summer, has natural streaks of light blonde running through it. I play basketball, softball, volleyball, and I'm going to do track this spring for my school. I also dance. Tap, jazz, and ballet. Most of the time I would rather sit and read or watch Netflix instead of getting up and interacting with the world. I have a brother, he is 16, and he understands me the most out of my whole family. My mom thinks that I'm a nerd and that I'm not social enough, my dad doesn't really care, which I'm fine with. I'm a pretty unemotional person and I hate crying or showing emotion. I've been that way for two years.

I'm not the type of person who cares about what they wear. As long as I'm comfortable, I don't care.

Other than that, I don't think that I can describe myself any more.

If you read this bit, you are amazing and thanks for taking the time to not only read my story but thanks for taking the time to read about my boring life. I do have to say that I've been happier since I joined wattpad and that I think of you guy like friends. Some of you I really get and understand because you are like me and some of you remind me of my best friends.

Thanks for everything and keep reading!!!

"You're awake?" Alby asks in astonishment.

All the Gladers take that as a sign to break out yelling. Each and everyone of them standing up in their chairs and yelling, screaming.

"Hey!" I screamed, but my voice was a drop in the ocean compared to their yelling.

I leaned close enough to Chuck so that he could hear me, "I'm going outside!" I yelled and teetered outside to the fresh air and sunlight.

The sun was directly overhead, beaming down on the quiet Glade. Everyone was in that stupid gathering.

My head pounded from the noise and moving so much, like I was underwater and kept going deeper and deeper. My hand ached with my head, creating a painful beat that wouldn't go away.

I slid down to the ground, letting the wooden siding of Homestead catch on my T-shirt and scrape my exposed back. A lone tear escaped my eyes and ran down my cheek. The pain was getting worse and worse.

I wanted the darkness to take me, as it had most of the time I had been here, so that, if only for a few hours, I could escape the pain of this world. Darkness spotted my vision and waves of relief began to pass over me.

I was almost there, almost to the point of complete relief. The pain slowly receding to the point where it was bearable.

And then the ringing started.
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It wouldn't stop. It had been going for 5 painful minutes. It echoed off the walls, making it impossible to pinpoint the exact location of where it came from.

The noise brought me back to the pain and aching. Jarring me out of my half-conscious stupor.

The screaming inside Homestead had cut off and an eerie quiet echoed through the Glade, bouncing off the walls of the maze and reverberating until the silence hurt.

The ringing reminded me of something that was stuffed in the back of my brain. What was it?

"An alarm!" I screamed. "A fire alarm!" My voice cracked and my head pounded at the noise, but what I felt the most was happiness. Happiness because I remembered something from my past.

I slowly pulled myself up from my sitting position. Boys had started trickling out of Homestead and all of them were walking in the direction. Minho came out last, now on only one crutch, right behind Newt.