The Assassin Trapped In A Maze ~Newtmas~

Chapter 21

~Frypan's POV~

As the driver drove away from my friends, I sat comfortably in my seat and let another tear escape my eye before wiping it and sniffling. I was feeling like I was losing my friends forever. I knew I was most likely going to see them again, of course I was, but I wasn't going to have them around me all the time anymore and saying goodbye still was one of the hardest things I had to do since the maze.

I had to force myself to get it into my head that I was finally going back to my family. My parents. Maybe even my siblings. And thinking about that made me happy.

The first day in the Glade had been a blur for me, as if my mind had decided to partially erase it from my memory. I wasn't too sure if I was glad I had no precise recollection of that day or if I would've liked to remember what had happened. The only thing that was clear in my memory from that day was the confusion as I stepped out of the Box, helped by Alby, and the terror that rushed through me as my eyes had locked on the dreadful sight of the gigantic walls surrounding me.

Those two things were the only clear memories from that moment. That and the blurry, faint, images of me hiding inside the forest until the night had fallen upon the Glade and I had to come out of my hiding spot. Other than that, nothing.

Aside from the fact that I wanted to see my family and have my memories back, I had never minded the Glade that much. Or at least not as much as some of the gladers. Of course the thought of people doing this to others disgusted me and I was beyond furious for being kept prisoner in such a place but once I had started to tell myself that I was most likely going to live there for the rest of my days, the anger and fear subsided and emptiness remained.

It was a strange feeling. Emptiness. Really peculiar. And you can only understand the depth of it when you actually felt it yourself. I had felt it for years and now that I was filled with life again, I never wanted to feel that ever again. Emptiness was quite similar to loneliness in a way. You hate it, you hate the feeling, you hate the way the others gives you small glances of pity when they walk passed you and yet when you finally have someone reaching out for you, you either coward away or break into an immediate defensive mode. Emptiness is like that, you can't really hate it since you don't feel much but it still a very uncomfortable feeling, others gives you looks of pity because they know that somehow you have given up and they judge you for that and finally when emotions start to bloom inside of your chest again, you coward away or break into an immediate defensive mode.

At least that's how I experienced it.

Not very pleasant.

There were some times were I would still have little sparks of emotions. I wasn't a zombie. The things was that it was so faint yet it drained my energy each time, leaving me too exhausted to feel again.

But after Thomas came up the Box, things started to change and hope started to fill my body again. And then, we were free and I had never felt more alive. I owed this shank a lot and I would never thank him enough for getting all of us out of this place and given us our lives back. What he did was truly incredible and I would never forget it.

"We have arrived" The driver announced as he pulled over in front of a huge and sophisticated building. I hadn't paid attention to the time, being lost in thoughts about the maze and didn't even feel the couple of hours I had spent in that car. I took a hold of my bag and thanked the driver before taking a deep breath, stepping out of the car and closing the door behind me. The driver didn't waste any more time and drove away immediately while I turned around to face the building in front of me, observing how quite a lot of people were coming in and out of it with smiles on their faces.

"There is no going back" I muttered to myself as I stood before the door, taking another deep breath and trying to gather as much courage as possible.