𝑳𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 - ᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

𝟷𝟻 - 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

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For more than two hours, I've been curled up at the far end of this corridor, squeezed tight into the corner. The Griever stands just several feet away, facing me. It taunts me as if it knows this is my last day.

Two hours until the doors close.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision and sobs slowly escaped my mouth.

Memories of the Glade flash through my mind—the good and the bad. But despite it all–the bad encounters with the others, my horrible dreams or flashbacks–it doesn't change the fact that I miss everything. The Glade, the bonfires, Newt, Thomas, Frypan, Chuck, and everyone who's been kind to me and every decent memory I had with them.

Hell, even Minho. Despite him being such an asshole, I hate to admit that he'd been helpful. That time with Gally when they were about to put me into the Slammer. The time when I got scratched by Ben. When he was looking out for my safety. When I fell asleep at the campfire. And last night. He was concerned...I hope.

I've been cruel to him, to everyone, pushing them away.

I had been so selfish. I became a bad and selfish person, and now I'm getting what I deserve.

At least I don't have to put up with hurting myself, or the dreams I've been having.

At least they don't have to deal with a person like me. A useless, weak girl

I'm a nobody. I don't act like myself, I don't know who I am, or how I am supposed to act.

A nobody.

At least now I don't have to figure it out. It was right I went in here after all.

Too bad I miss Newt though, his smile, the sound of his giggles whenever I mention Thomas's name, his straightforward but comforting words, his presence amongst the chaos.

That goofball, Thomas. I miss his bad jokes. His laughs before telling the jokes were the best, it makes my day better every time. He makes Newt so happy. I see it in their eyes, they loved each other, not just in a romantic way, but also as best friends.

I hope they confess their love before it's too late for them.

Chuck. He's been someone who sometimes sits with me at my hammock whenever I eat alone. We shared our experiences of how we felt alone at times despite being surrounded by a lot of people, laughing and making fun of assholes. He's like a little brother and I regret leaving him.

Mav, Winston, Frypan, and the others, they've been nothing but supportive to me. We may not be close, but I appreciated their efforts in staying kind to me despite my crappy behavior.

Teresa, I'd hate to leave her alone with them, but I'm sure Newt and Thomas will treat her the same way they were with me. I hope they all become good friends.

Friends. I had friends. Or at least that's what it felt like.

And I don't want to leave them. But it's too late.

Minho.

I hate to admit it, but I never thought that he actually hated me. I always believed our banter was just that, not born out of real loathing. But when he said those things to me, I realized that he truly despised me.

And to think he was the only guy I saw before going in here hurts me because hatred towards him is the last thing I would ever feel before I die, when in fact I don't want that for us. It's just wrong, to leave without even being decent to each other, to let him know that I would like to be someone that can help him. To let him think that I meant everything I said.