The First Glader

I'm Sorry

When Jeff and Clint came running in and dragged me out of the hut, I knew something was wrong. They brought me to Thomas, and finally some answers. "What's going on?"

"They're here."

"Grievers?" Jeff asked, but I think he already knew the answer. I started standing up on my own now, the adrenaline running through me. "Thomas, what do we do?" Boys were screaming as they were being taken. We started running, but before we got far, a Griever stopped us.

The girl that was not in the Glade before I went into the Maze to trace Ben's footsteps picked up a jar that was on fire and threw it—causing the Griever to screech in pain.

We ran towards the Council Hall, but the Grievers were gaining on us. Then, of course, I fell. and we had to stop. "Come on!" Thomas yelled at the Griever, but spears and poles were launched into its side just as it was about to attack. I looked over to see Newt, Frypan, Minho, and Winston running from the direction the weapons came.

"Over here. Come on." Chuck yelled from the Council Hall.

"Winston, get Millie inside. Chuck get in. Lock the doors." Thomas said as he closed them behind us. The Griever didn't let a door stop it, though. It jumped on the roof, causing everyone to scream. We all silently moved out of its path as it moved from one side of the top to another.

The slimy thing stuck its claw in and removed the support beam holding the roof up. This allowed me to glimpse the Glade, and this was the last Griever. I knew I could save someone right now if I did something idiotic. So it's what I did. I grabbed a bow and some arrows, and a sword and walked out of a hole in the side of the wall.

No one noticed at first until I called the Griever. "Hey! Over here!" I yelled, getting the attention of the beast. It didn't take long for it to notice me. Then as it started running towards me, I realized I didn't have a plan. Before thinking of anything, I was thrown into the middle of the Glade. I stayed there motionless for a second as pain coursed through me.

"Millie!" I heard Newt yell. I opened my eyes and groaned. As I slowly stood up, most parts of my body cracked. I shook my head in an attempt to clear it and think of a plan.

I looked around and realized when I saw my bow and arrows that they had fallen when the Griever threw me. I put the pain I was in into the back of my mind. It was of no use to me right now.

"Come on, Millie. Think of something. You're running out of time." When it popped into my head, I knew it would be cutting it close, especially since it was only half an idea. But that's all I need right now. I looked at the Griever, then at my bow. Without thinking about my chances of pulling this off, I ran.

I was almost to my bow when I slipped, but I ended up sliding right to it. I grabbed it and the arrows I dropped and stood up. "Come get me, you slimy bastard! You haven't killed me yet!" I yelled, bringing it away from the Council Hall once again. It stalked me for a minute. Just stood across from me, giving me time to plan, but I just acted instead of wasting time.

I took an arrow and hooked it. The makeshift feathers were soft, but now was not the time to gawk over feathers. I pulled the string back and aimed at the beast. When I let go of the queue, the arrow flew through the air, hitting the Griever on the side of the head, only pissing it off.

"Shit." I missed. I got another arrow and aimed it faster this time. I released the hand, and the Griever screamed. I hit it directly in its eye, which I wanted to do the first time. I took the last arrow from the pouch and set it up. Taking a deep breath, I aimed the needle at its other eye and prayed for the best.

To my surprise, the Griever screamed in pain again. I did it. It was blind. But what now? I took a step back and stepped on a twig. "Great." The Griever snapped its legs in my direction and started coming for me. I looked up, trying to think, but only concluded. If I'm going to die, I'm going to die fighting. Before I did anything stupid, I looked for Newt. I spotted him fast as he was already looking at me standing at the broken door of the Council Hall with his hand over his mouth.

All I could do was give him a warm smile. I wanted to tell him I remembered, but I didn't know how. Newt nodded, and I knew he understood what I was about to do or what was about to happen to me. A tear rolled down my face as I turned back to the Griever. I noticed a slime trail from earlier. Then I knew what the second part of my plan would be. I started jogging towards the Griever, it made more distance than I hoped, but I still had a chance.

My jog turned into a sprint, and as soon as I was close enough and had enough momentum, I pulled the sword from my hip and slid under the Griever. I thrust the blade into the belly of the beast and continued sliding, cutting the thing open. When the trail stopped and the Griever was behind me, I stood up and looked at it. It was dead. I killed a Griever with my bare hands.

I slowly limped to the Council Hall. Only one person on my mind. I needed to apologize for everything I've done to him, everything I've put him through. Thankfully Newt was the first person my teary eyes saw.

Everyone started coming out of hiding and gathered at the hut. As I limped towards everyone, I started losing consciousness. I closed my eyes and started to fall, but I never hit the ground, to my surprise.

My eyes opened, and I looked at a blonde boy's tear-stained face as he gently laid me on his lap. "Newt."

"I know, I know. You hate me. Why am I helping you all that Klunk. But I don't hate you, Millie. I ne-"

"Newt, I'm sorry for everything. Everything I said. It-it wasn't true. It wasn't me. I remember-I remember everything. And I can't believe I acted the way I did. But I don't hate you. I never have. I don't think I ever could. I-I am so s-sorry I made you f-feel so shitty. I-I m-made you h-hate yourself. I'll n-never f-forgive myself." My eyes started to close, and I began to lose consciousness. I put my hand on his cheek and smiled. "You have made me the happiest person in this Glade over the past three years, Newt. A-And I may just be seeing that n-now, b-but som-somewhere inside of m-me I always n-n-new." I said with my last conscious breath.