ℝ𝕌ℕℕ𝔼ℝ: 𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕨𝕥 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝟐𝟖. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲

 After that night Gally shoved Teresa, Thomas and I into the pit because we were the reason for all of the stuff going on. Newt tried everything he could to get me out but Gally was a bitch as per usual and wouldn't budge. So Newt ended up staying outside the pit as much as he could, talking to me and Teresa when he was able to sneak over to the pit throughout the day. Teresa and I began talking more, sharing what vague memories we had. I told her about how she didn't seem to like me before the maze and we laughed about it before she said that she couldn't understand why she wouldn't have. We genuinely became good friends in those hours spent in the pit. 

Eventually Thomas woke up. Newt, Minho and Chuck were already outside of the pit as we were plotting to get out of the maze before he had woken up. Thomas said that everything had happened because of us and that it was all a big test for all of us. I had already known about it being because of Thomas, Teresa and I but I didn't know that it had all been a test. I sat back and let out a laugh out of sheer disbelief. I mean yeah the creators did screw us over big time but it was basically a joke to them. They didn't genuinely care about us, we were just their guinea pigs. And even if Thomas, Teresa and I were part of it, I still didn't know why exactly they were sent in. I knew I get Thomas to send me in on my own accord but I wasn't sure about them. Teresa was in disbelief that any of that could be the case though. Newt said that none of that mattered from before and that we were different people than we were before the maze and continued forth with one of his pep talks. After that we hatched a plan to get out of the maze.

When it was time, Thomas, Teresa and I were brought to the entrance of the Maze, Thomas pretended to still be unconscious while Teresa and I acted as we usually would. That's when things got flipped upside down for our plan. Instead of just being sent into the maze with whoever wanted to go, we were going to be "sacrificed to the grievers" I looked at Newt alarmed to see the same look of dread briefly flicker across his face as his eyes locked onto mine. Teresa played her part well, pretending as if no one was on our side, until Thomas hit the guys that were supposed to tie him up. Newt rushed over to me, cutting off the ropes and grabbing my hand, running over to Thomas and everyone else in on the plan. Thomas did his best to convince everyone to come with and in the end our group consisted of Me, Thomas, Newt, Teresa, Minho, Frypan, Chuck, Winston, Jeff, and some others that I hadn't learned the names of during my time in the glade. We went into the maze as Newt grabbed my hand again squeezing it as I looked back, one last time at the place I once called home.