Whirlwind | The Maze Runner- Newt

TO DO: Learn Frypan's Real Name

CHAPTER TWO

NEWT

Sitting beside the Med-jacks bed, I can only think one thing. Her.

The girl is pale, and laid so still, the only thing indicating her living is her chest slowly rising and falling in rhythmic breaths.

There has never been a girl before, never. And now that this girl came, I can't understand what to do. No one can.

I feel a strange sot of familiarity seeing her. I feel home seeing the wavy brown hair and pale faced girl. It is like, I've known her for so long, but I can't remember her. Hell, I don't even know her name.

Then why do I feel like I know her?

I can't think what Nick would do with her. Throw her in the Slammer, like Eric said? Let her stay in the deadheads as long as she wanted, like Gally said? Interrogate her? Banish her, like Mavin said?

No, no, no. He can't. He won't. Nick is the most rationalized person. He is almost my age and he's running the whole Glade, helping us survive and he's in the same boat like anyone of us and I can't even stop myself and I can't even walk properly.

I chuckle bitterly.

I was surprised by her actions earlier. With her head bleeding and looking like she would pass out any moment, she made daring decisions. Most of the Gladers don't like her, but I am impressed.

It looked like she was prepared, she knew what she was doing and as if she was trained for it. Her mocha eyes were calculating as she swung her knife, as if only meaning to hurt her victims, not severely. Her body language shown that she wasn't afraid but her eyes told that she was terrified.

How can I know so much about her? Have I known her? From before the Maze?

Why is it like I've known her forever? Even when I've not even met her?

I run my hands through my hair. There is an itch in my brain. It's like something at the back of my head is trying to get free but something else is stopping it.

What is this? What is happening? Why do I feel like I know her, but at the same time I don't know her?

I glance through the windows as the Gladers prance around the Glade, enjoying the end of the day. The girl is still asleep and I am itching to untie her hands, but Alby has ordered her hands to be tied, so that she doesn't escape. I had tried to reason that it will make the girl even more afraid when she wakes up, but Alby stuck with his decision.

She wouldn't wake up soon. I let her sleep peacefully and walk out of the room, to check on Minho, whose sarcastic comments can be heard for miles probably.