She was there since the beginning. People trusted her, she trusted them. She was the light in the glade. But when WCKD gives them an option to sacrifice her to the maze. They all betray her. The ones that were there have to live with that guilt...
"All these voices in my head get loud I wish that I could shut them out I'm sorry that I let you down Let you down"
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Cries echoed the bathroom as the sound of water ran. Clara's hands harshly rubbed against each other as the blood ran down the sink. She started to use her nails to get the dry blood off, another choked sob escaped her trembling lips.
She let out a frustrated scream as she shut the water off, she gave up. The blood wasn't coming off. No matter how hard she tried, the blood would still be there.
She gripped the edge of the wooden sink as she looked at the sink that had blood over it along with her hands that were stained with some blood.
"Just make it stop." She whispered as she squeezed her eyes shut.
But that didn't help. She saw the dead eyes of George looking at her.
"Please make it stop." She whimpered and opened her eyes again, looking up at the ceiling.
"Clara open the door." The sound of Leo's voice was heard on the other side of the door as he tried to open it, but it was locked.
"Why isn't she opening it?" Minho questioned next to him as he gave a few knocks on the door.
"Move. Clara open up!" Gally's fist was met with the door.
"Everything will be fine. Just let me in." Gally told her as he tried to open the door.
"I tried that already." Leo told him.
"Shut up shank." Gally groaned.
"No, it's not going to be fine." Clara's whole body shook as tears continued to stream down her face as she whimpered.
"He's dead...Stephens dead."
2 Hours Before the Incident
Stephen leaned against the tree as he watched Clara place the seven blue Ipomoea flowers on George's grave. This was something every glader knew Clara did. She would bring only those flowers to his grave every now and then.
"Ready?" Clara asked as she walked over to him. Stephen gave her a nod as the two headed out of the dead heads.
"I better get back to helping Gally out. If I don't. I'll never hear the end of it." Stephen told Clara as he started to walk away.
"End of what?" Clara questioned as he turned his head back as he continued to walk.
"Exactly." Stephen smiled widely before facing forward once. Stephen folded his sleeves before pushing them up his arms as he made his way to the rest of the builders.
