Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 28

It's pretty late where I am. It's actually 12:30 right now so I will probably end up not making any sense with what I'm saying😁. I think that my writers block might be gone, or at least it is gone for the moment.

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"Do you have any more questions?" I asked Thomas nervously. I had gone through the tour as fast as possible, wanting to know what he knew in extreme detail.

"Why can't I remember anything? Why do you look familiar to me? What is outside those walls?" He spewed out the questions, barely stopping to take a breath.

"First things first," I took a deep breath and started. "None of us know why they take our memories. I don't know what it is like for the others or you, for all I know I might be completely different because I'm a girl. But, what I do know is that it's like they made every single on of my memories just blurry enough that I can't make out any of the faces.

"Second. I honestly don't know why I look familiar to you. I don't remember anything but that box and everything after that," I looked away, hoping that he wouldn't catch my lie. I did remember the girl in that room. It seemed too real, too vivid, to not be a memory.

"Third. I can't tell you quiet yet. You'll learn in a few days or possibly a few hours. If you want to know anything else you should probably ask Chuck. Out of the two weeks that I've been here for, I've been unconscious for close to half of that time."

Thomas turned to leave and started walking in the direction of Homestead.

"Wait!" I called, remembering my main reason for trying to get the tour done and over with ASAP. I jogged up to Thomas and grabbed his arm, also grabbing his attention. "What did you remember when you said that you knew me?"

Thomas looked around, seeming to scan the Glade for a quiet spot. His eyes rested on the woods.

"Follow me," his voice was a whisper.

He led me into the woods, past the deadheads, until the sunlight was barely visible through the thick trees. The only noise was of birds and animals darting through the trees, clearing a path for us.

The fear in the back of my mind began to claw its way out of the pit I had forced it into. My hands reached instinctively for the knife hidden in my boot and silently slipped it out, holding it close to me in case I would need to use it.

"It was when the blonde boy-" Thomas started.

"Newt," I corrected him.

"Sorry Newt. It was when he looked at you that something in my mind went off, like an alarm. It was blaring that I knew you from somewhere and I knew him from somewhere also."

"What else did you remember?" I pleaded, wanting to know more. To know why everything felt like a puzzle with the biggest, most important piece missing.

Thomas took a step closer to me, too close for comfort and my hand that had been hidden by a tree came swinging forward. The tip of the blade was pointed at him, warning him to stay back.

"Where the hell did you get that from?" He whispered, his voice shaking and the scared little puppy look returning to his eyes.

"It's mine. And I don't like people being close to me. I won't use it on you if you stay back. Just please tell me what else you remembered and I will leave you alone."

Thomas stepped back almost immediately, "you remember more than everyone else. You're different."

Something in the air shifted and Thomas's scared demeanor changed within a fraction of a second to the same one that Gally had worn right before he tried to strangle me to death.