Charlie finds herself thrown into a world that even her darkest nightmares could not create... a world full of boys. But she soon makes friends and family as she embarks on her perilous journey to escape the maze.
Not even her confusing and wobbly r...
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229.12.25 I 12.50 PM
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! WHY IS THERE A FUCKING, ROTTING, DEAD BODY?!" I screamed. The horror of the sight before me blew away any previous physical difficulties I was having.
"WHY THE SHUCK WOULD I KNOW!" Minho cried, equally as disgusted.
"I'M ACTUALLY GONNA BE SICK!" "DON'T GET IT ON MY HAIR!" "OH MY GOD MINHO THERE'S A DEAD BODY AND YOUR STILL WORRIED ABOUT YOUR FUCKING LOOKS. NOW. IS. NOT. THE TIME!" "YOUR THE ONE SCREAMING AT ME!" "YOUR SCREAMING TOO!" "YOU STARTED IT!" "I DID NOT!" "DID TOO!" "SHUT UP, MINHO!" "YOU SHUT UP!"
"YOU LITTL-" I made the mistake of locking eyes with the rotting figure on the floor and immediately started gagging. I dashed around the corner and threw up.
"Stop, your gonna make me be sick..." Minho groaned.
"Don't fucking look then!" I managed to spit out before retching up my breakfast. Little pieces of chewed up bacon and eggs floated around on the Maze floor. I'm gonna pass out, I thought. No, don't make Minho carry you back to the Glade. You still have some dignity.
Breathing heavily, I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand before turning back to Minho, making sure not to look at the mess I made or the fucking dead body on the floor.
"I-I think... it-it's Fred..." Minho mumbled.
"I-... I'm sorry..." I said, barely audible. I rubbed his shoulder awkwardly, unsure how to act in such a situation.
Luckily, Minho knew what to do. He turned around and, wrapping his arms around me, began to cry softly into my shoulder. "It's not your fault," his voice broke as he pushed out the words.
"I'm still sorry," I replied. His touch was making me burn like hot sparks danced across my skin where his fingers laid. But, no matter how much I wanted to shove him off and run away deep into the maze, I continued to rub his back a let him have this moment of weakness.
We stayed like that for a while, I was not sure how long but once Minho's tears had run dry he pulled away. His eyes were red and puffy, his hair scruffy and out of place.
"I'm sorry," Minho murmured.
"You've nothing to be bloody sorry about," I squeezed his arm, "Come on, we need to decide what we're gonna do with... Fred."
"Okay." Minho still refused to turn around and look at his deceased friend.
"So should we carry him back to the Glade or leave him here?" I asked, I was ashamed to admit that I wished for the second option. The smell and the sight of Fred was too much for me to bare and Minho probably did not want to carry two bodies back to the Glade.
Minho paused for moment to look up at the sky. "Shit!" He exclaimed.
"What?!"
"It's getting late, we have to go. Now!" Minho already started jogging away. "We might not make it back in shucking time! Charlie! Come on!"
