The First Glader

I'm Sorry

"Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, you're saying you found the Grievers' home? And you want us to go in?"

"Their way in could be our way out, Chuck." Thomas said trying to reassure him and everone else.

"Yeah, or there could be a dozen Grievers on the other side. The truth is, Thomas doesn't know what he's done, as usual." 

"Yeah, well, at least I did something, Gally. I mean, what have you done? Huh?" Thomas said as he turned around and started yelling in Gallys face. "Aside from hide behind these walls all the time."

"Let me tell you something, Greenie. You've been here three days, alright? I've been here three years."

"You've been here three years. And you're still here, Gally. So what does that tell you?" Thomas said, he was starting to yell, the two of them getting mad the the other. "Maybe you should start doing things a little differently."

"Guys."

"Maybe you should be in charge." Gally said, mocking Thomas.

"Hey. It's Millie." Teresa said, raising her voice to get everyones attention. "She's awake."

When I finally woke up again, I didn't say anything. I felt more like myself, but there were so many things going through my head it was crazy. When I thought of one lost memory, another popped into its place.

"Has she said anything?"

"No." I heard someone say. It was someone I didn't recognize, a woman or a girl.

"Millie?" I heard another person say as my heart skipped. I knew who this was. How could I not? But why did my heart skip? Newt and I haven't been close for a long time. But he seemed to be the one who wanted to talk to me the most. "Millie, you alright?" Tears were pooling in my eyes—everything I'd seen, it was too much too fast.

"Hey, Millie. Millie, we might have just found a way out of the Maze. You hear me. We could be getting out of here."

"We can't. We can't leave. They won't let us." I said calmly as tears threatened to spill.

"What are you talking about?"

"I remember."

"What do you remember?"

Finally, I looked somewhere other than straight. I looked right at Thomas. "You. You were always their favourite, Thomas. Always." There was shouting outside, but I continued. "Why did you do this? Why did you come here?" Finally, after all the build-up, I let a single tear fall. Everyone left as the boys outside got louder.

Then, I remembered what I had forgotten about Newt. Everything they had taken away from me since we got in the Maze. The way I felt for him. The emotion and feelings, why my heart sometimes skipped a beat for no reason when he was around.

I remembered everything that happened in the Maze too. It was all coming back to me like it had when I was stuck out there. It was horrible, what I did to Newt since then.

All the good overthrew the bad. For a while, that's all I thought about. I put everything in the back of my mind. Even some of the memories from when I was drunk came back. I remember Newt carrying me down the ladder; I remember calling him love and him doing the same.

I remember winking at Fry when Newt brought me to my room. He was probably the one who stayed with me that night. The last thing I remember from that night was him telling me he didn't hate me and that it was the only way to cope.

The tears stopped until I heard a familiar screeching noise that we hear every night. But it was closer. Too close. It made me remember running into the Maze. I don't know how I got stung or how it happened. I remember that sound.