c h a p t e r 6;
Thomas's dream
I was awake when somebody aggressively shook my body. I looked around me and they were gone. "Come on, Y/N. We gotta go!" Newt grabbed my arm as we ran out of the helicopter and from afar, a scream passed through our ears.
We made it through the door and as soon as we were in, the door closed- blocking every noise from the outside. I scanned my surroundings and we were inside of a building that could be called a fortress.
A man that I assumed worked as a soldier here brought us into a room. "Just wait here, he'll come in a few minutes," was all they told us.
As we got in, the door was closed. Food was served on the table with a few sandbags on the floor. Newt sat down comfortably on the sandbags, taking a bit of rest after a tiring day in the maze and I was still a bit traumatized by everything that happened. From the day I arrived at the maze until now. I couldn't even remember any of these people from the maze. Their voices were familiar, yet nothing came to my mind about them. I even forgot my last name.
Thomas pulled my arm softly as we sat on the chair. I'd be lying if I said I'm not hungry. We were all hungry. Crazy how I didn't realize my hunger since I hadn't eaten anything since those grievers attacked.
As I was about to grab the bread, Newt grasped my hand. "Wait. What if it's poison?" Newt said with concern filling his face.
"Newt, we're free now. They saved us from the maze." Thomas assured. "Let's eat a bit of these foods."
We enjoyed the food with joy and happiness as if this was the first time we ate something like this in a while.
While the other gladers were doing their stuff, Thomas's voice greeted me with a question that I wished someone would ask me. "Y/N...?" he started, "don't you remember anything about me?" he whispered; as if not wanting anyone to hear us.
I sighed, "Am I supposed to remember anything about you?" I looked at him, "I mean, about us."
His expression saddened, "Yes. You should." He mumbled the last words.
"Chuck told me that you stung yourself with the grievers, and you do remember about your past, didn't you?"
"You're not wrong." He admitted, "But not everything. What I remember the most is I used to work with them."
"W.C.K.D? You worked with them?" I surveyed him, "then why'd they send you into the maze?"
"It didn't matter." Thomas sighed, while I was fighting with my thoughts.
"You assumed me to remember about you, how about you? Do you remember anything about me? I mean, if only we ever knew each other back before the maze."
The corner of his mouth lifted, "Yes, you. I saw you. You were sitting on the bed- looking out of the window. It was nighttime when I came home, maybe from work, as you know, I worked with W.C.K.D. I am sure it was you. It's just, you looked a bit different there. I couldn't figure out the difference, but I am certain it was you."
My heart ached in a way that I didn't know why. My instinct was true about Thomas, we did know each other before the maze. Yet, it seemed unfair as he did remember me, while I didn't.
"I'm sorry that I can't remember the thing you remember, Thomas. I am sure, one day, if I happen to remember about 'us', I'll let you know first. Okay?" my voice softened.
He smiled reassuringly and nodded until Teresa's voice rang in my head again, drowning all Thomas's words.
"Do not choose to remember the pain you once had. Do not repeat the sadness you've faced before. It would only make you weak."
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