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Walking through the stuffy homestead by myself made me feel alone and homesick. Alby said that there was a spare room next to Minho's but all my stuff which concluded of only my vest was still in his room.

When I walked in to collect it I noticed the state of the room. Bed unmade, chair in the middle of the room, rope, vest and clothes on the bloodstained floor.

I felt horrible. This is all my fault. I had no reason to be crying over a messy room but everything finally caught up with me.

I can't get home.
I'm all alone.
Minho is in the slammer because of me.
Jasmine is dead and it's my fault. If I hadn't asked her to come into the maze with me she would be alive.

I broke down trying to keep my crying as quiet as possible. I crawled into Minho's bed not leaving his room it was a familiar environment and I needed it's comfort.

I pulled the covers up to my chin and cried myself to sleep.

Minho's POV
I heard the distant commotion of the bonfire. I wish I was there. With her.
Newt better tell me everything that happened.

Gally sat in the cell next to me divided by bamboo bars. He was in here for stabbing her. Why would he want to kill her.

"Gally" I said getting the other boys attention.

"What Minho" Gally said clearly not wanting to talk.

"Why did you hurt Y/n?" I asked.

"Because Minho she shouldn't be here, she doesn't belong here, that girl is trouble" Gally said back.

"How she has done nothing to anyone here" I countered his points making zero sense.

"This, She, Y/n is the creators way of saying it's over, 'here have a girl, raise your children here because no one is escaping EVER!" Gally shouted the last word.

Gally had a point. It had me thinking and not thoughts that where good. What if the creators sent her to destroy the glade or as Gally said to make and raise kids. But this is Y/n I'm thinking about. Y/n isn't bad, right?

"She's a person Gally put here just like the rest of us" I said. I wasn't going to believe Gally. Y/n isn't bad.

The noise from the bonfire died down as everyone went to bed and I thought it best for me to do the same.

Goodnight girly I thought before drifting to sleep on the cold slammer floor.

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