Whirlwind | The Maze Runner- Newt

TO DO: Learn Frypan's Real Name

My face hurts, really. I raise my hand to massage my face but my hands won't move. I lift my head to see that my hands are restrained at the sides of the bed. My fingers are wrapped in thick bandages.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I have to go away. Before anyone comes. I start rubbing my wrists, trying to loosen the ropes. It doesn't make any difference but I keep on rubbing. My wrists are burning and warm blood is trickling down, but I won't stop. I can't stop.

I start the breath heavy as i force my burning wrists to keep trying to loosen the ropes.  I hear the door creak open and I gasp audibly, flinching back. A sandy blond haired, skinny boy comes in and his eyes chocolate brown widens on seeing me. Newt.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey." He comes rushes forward but again steps back. "Stop doing that! You are hurting yourself."

"Let me out" I say within gasps. I can't breath. The pressure on my chest is so hard that I could burst out any moment now. Newt takes a step towards me and I flinch back again. I try to scoot back. He notices and stays where he is. His eyes softens.

"I will. I promise. Just don't freak out. Calm down. You're okay" He looks me in the eye. He takes a huge breath in and breathes it out. He gestures me to follow him.

I soon find myself copying him. He nods and gestures me to continue.

I continue.

A few minutes later, the pressure on my chest is gone and I can breath.

I am aware of my whole body become clammy with sweat.

Newt takes a chair from the corner of the room and sits beside my bed.

"Do you remember your name?" he asks. I don't reply.

"Name's Newt, Greenie." He smiles. I know.The corner of his eyes crinkles as he gives me a small smile. I notice how his eyes are silently and subtly studying me.

"Adelaide." I say after a beat. "Let me go!" I want to sound menacing by end up sounding desperate, making me cringe inwardly. Newt looks at me and gives me a tight lipped smile, the smile of pity.

"I am going to. But you won't run. You would sit here and I would explain to you everything. Okay?." He says slowly and cautiously as if I'm unaware of the language speaks in or as if I'm stupid to comprehend a single sentence.Which irked me to no end.

I actually want answers, why I am here, why I can't remember anything, where am I, why am I not allowed to go. I have no option but to nod hesitantly to Newt's question , never letting me guard down. I already had thought of moves that I would use on him if he tried anything.

Newt lets out a sigh and nods. He slowly begins to open the ropes, careful not to touch my rubbed skin. "This place is called the Glade. Here's where we life and we have been living since almost a year and half."

A year and half?!

"I know that you can't remember anything else than you name; everyone here is same like you. We don't have anything else other than our names."

Okay, that's new.

"We are all sent here by the same way you've arrived. In the Box every month on the same day, same time." He gets up and goes towards the window of the room, his shoulder hunched to find something from the table. This is my chance. Run.

I swing my legs and dangle them over the edge. They had taken out my shoes. I can easily run but then I don't. I don't know why, but I don't. I could've. I should've, but I don't move.