You have been laying in the same uncomfortable position for the last three hours and your back is starting to hurt real bad. But anytime you try to move, pain moves through your whole body. You were in enough pain. Newt somehow got Winston to stitch up the wounds. Well Winston because he was used to seeing blood, and he did a somewhat nice job. You don't know how, but you eventually fell asleep.

You were sitting in a small room, alone. You were sat on the floor in the corner. You were hugging your knees to your chest, while you were crying. There was no furniture at all in the room. Nothing. Just you. The room was completely white. No light shown from anywhere. It was dark but you could still see somehow. You were starving, cold, lonely, dirty. You didn't feel any sanity slipping away, if whoever put you in here intended that. You were starving. You didn't know how but you knew you haven't eaten in days. Maybe a week. There were trays stacked upon trays of food by a slot in the wall. Some of your favorite foods. But you didn't feel like eating. You would rather starve. Something was on your mind. Not the room, not the Maze, not anything. Just one specific thing. A boy. He had (your crushes hair color), (your crushes eye color), and was (shorter or taller than you). You were best friends once, but you felt like you didn't know him anymore. Not at all now. His image didn't ring a bell. You didn't recognize him, at all. Memories flashed in your mind, but you forgot them almost instantly. You buried your head in your hands as the tears came harder. A stinging sensation came when the tears ran down your arms. You rolled up the shirt sleeve to reveal a series of scratches, cuts, bruises, and bandages from your last test these people put you through. You rolled your sleeves back down and buried your face in your hands again. You went through that test with him. You knew each other from when you were little but, that's when you felt closest to him.

You felt someone shaking you awake gently. You knew it wasn't Minho, he would have thrown water on you or screamed at you to wake up. Thomas would have tickled you, he was your best friend (other then Minho and Newt) and he knew exactly where you were most ticklish. Alby, Gally, and Winston wouldn't even bother trying, unless there was an emergency. Chuck would have scared you in some way. So that only left Newt, who would most likely do exactly what was happening.

"What?" You groaned sleepily rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before even opening them.

"Greenie is coming up again. Maybe we wont know this one this time." Newt said. He reeked of morning breath.

"Go brush your teeth, then come talk to me."

"No."

That's when he did something so completely disgusting you wanted to punch him. He started it when you were finally healed from your second chronic headache. You don't know why but, you thought it was cute, funny, and annoying all at the same time. Especially when he had morning breath.

He blew in your face.

"Oh my God." You sat up. "That was completely uncalled for."

"Exactly why I did it." He answered crossing his arms and shifting his weight to one foot.

"Your disgusting."

"Thank you."

"So. I'll make a deal with you. You go brush your teeth and I wont give you a hard time getting me out of bed when you come back."

Newt smiled. "What special way are you going to use today?"

You always had special ways of getting out of bed. You only did it when it was Thomas, Minho, or Newt, though. Last time Newt came to wake you up you just groaned, rolled into a burrito in your blankets and onto the floor in front of him.

"I have no idea yet."

"Fine. I'll be back in a second." He jogged out of the Med-Jack hut.

You laid back in your bed and pulled the covers over your head. You closed your eyes for a couple minutes just enjoying the silence. You heard footsteps coming. You pulled the covers tighter over your head.

"Okay, (Y/N). You promised me no trouble." Newt said from the doorway.

"Fine. Come here." You waved him over.

You heard him shuffle over. You pulled the blankets down from over your head. Newt was standing there waiting with his arms crossed.

He bent down blocking the glare of the sun coming from the cracks between pieces of wood that they called a wall.

"What?" He asked.

You didn't answer. You just hooked your arms around his neck and just as you knew he would do he pulled up in surprise, pulling you along to. He did it with ease.

"That's how I planned on getting out of bed today." You said, actually hugging him now.

"You're very creative." Newt said hugging back.

You pulled away after a second. "I'm hungry."

"You always are."

"I'm starting to think you know me a little too well."

"Come on. I'm starving."

"I'll be out in a minute."

As soon as Newt left the room you ran around looking for a small book that you kept hidden in one of the cabinets in this room. You looked through about 4 cabinets before finding it. You have been keeping if for a couple days now. You called it your Dream Journal. Writing down your dreams that you have, but they seem more like memories to you. You are planning on talking to Thomas about it because you know it happens to him, too. Maybe he knew what was going on. You wrote down the dream, trying to put as much detail as you could into it. It might come in handy one day, you never know. When you were done you found a new hiding space for your Dream Journal. You do this every time you write, just so if someone found it and read it they would have a hard time finding it again. Or wouldn't find it at all. Which was better in your opinion.

You walked out of the Med-Jack hut and over to a picnic table. Newt, Thomas, Minho, Alby, and Chuck were sitting there.

"Hey." You said walking up behind Chuck. Your hands in the pocket of your grey sweat jacket.

WICKED sent up a new outfit for you since that one was covered in holes, was dirty, had blood stains, and if it ripped anymore it would be showing a little too much off. You had a grey sweat jacket over a black T-shirt, skinny jeans, and black Converse. They sent some other outfits up, they were a little too girly for you, so you switched them up and found your most favorite. You were convinced you kept getting stared at by the guys every time you pass by. You leave your hair down to fall around your face.

In response you got a chorus of "Hey's" and "Hi's". Everyone with a mouth full of food.

You went to get some food from Frypan who didn't look all too happy for some reason.

As you walked back you noticed the boys have shifted so Newt had the free seat next to him instead of Chuck. You slowed down a little and studied each and everyone of them. Minho and Thomas were smiling, keeping their heads down, Alby was laughing, and Chuck was looking between you and Newt like he expected something to happen, Newt was blushing profoundly and pouting.

Now you knew exactly what was going on.

Newt had a crush on you.

That was completely adorable to you. But the only problem was, you kind of liked him, too. But you took the seat next to Newt anyway.

"So," Minho said after a while of silent eating." What's on the agenda today?"

"We start thinking of a way to get out." Alby answered.

"We got out on the Cliff last time," Thomas said. "Maybe we should try there first."

"WICKED isn't stupid. They most likely changed that." Newt said.

"Thomas?" You asked.

"Yeah?" Thomas turned to you.

"How long exactly did it take to construct the Maze?"

"I think around like three years."

"And we just got here about a week ago." Minho said.

"I was here for two weeks before you guys got here." You said.

"You what?" Alby asked. "I didn't think girls could last that long here."

"I think. . ." Your voice trailed off.

"You think what?" Alby asked. "We could use whatever you got."

Everyone was looking at you.

"I. . . Um. . ." You could feel the pressure they were putting on you. They wanted out of here just as much as you do. It brings back some bad memory - dream things. "You all have been here before, right?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Newt asked.

"I Have been having these memory - dream things. I write them down so I don't forget them. I thought they might help later but there was this one. . ." You looked at Chuck, he seemed to know exactly what you were about to say. "Before Winston came up, remember how I said I was going to check on Chuck?" They all nodded. "Well, Chuck told me he had a dream about me being here. No one else. By myself. I had the dream myself. He said I looked like I was losing my mind. I kept yelling for something to get out of my head. I remember having voices in my head talking to me. It drove me over the edge. Literally. Chuck said he saw me jump off the Cliff."

"Then how are you here?" Alby asked.

"How are you?" You asked him. "And everybody else that has died that is here right now. How are they here?"

"She's got a point." Thomas said.

"What point?" Minho asked. He looked completely lost.

"I think there bringing the people that had the most effect on the Maze back to this hell."

"So?"

"I'm saying their retrying the Maze. See which ones work best, who can pass them. They tried one Maze-"

"But there were two Maze's." Thomas cut you off.

"Were the girls and guys separate, or was there a mixture of both girls and boys."

"They were separate." Newt answered.

"Then they were trying to see if girls or guys did better at that one Maze." You guessed.

"So who won?" Minho asked.

"Does that really matter right now?" You asked.

"To me it does."

"Anyway, as to why, I don't know. I don't even know how I knew that."

"Bloody hell. So they were trying to test our brain functions. . ." Newt said but didn't finish.

"And comparing it to the girls. Yes."

"Did you work for them?" Thomas asked.

"Maybe. I had this dream where I was chasing a lady down a row of bottles filled with blue liquid. I kept saying something about my grandmother and how she was just like her. Killing people for no reason. If a whole generation that was immune to the disease came along, what is the point of making a cure if everyone will be immune one day?"

"Good question. But what about the people that aren't immune?" Newt asked.

"You aren't are you?" You asked.

"No."

"I think I remember them putting something in the none Immunes to make them immune. But there were only a handful of us that aren't. They only put it in some of them. They said something about it leaving a scar. . ." You looked at Newt. You grabbed his arm and rested it on the table.

"What are you doing?" Newt asked.

"Looking for a scar. They said it would be on the hand." You didn't see a scar on the backside of his hand or wrist so you flipped his arm over. There was a circle shaped scar in the middle of his palm. "Oh, thank God."

"What?" Thomas, Minho, and Chuck said at the same time looking over at Newt's hand.

"Scar. Which means he's not going to catch the Flare." You answered. You felt happy and worried at the same time. You had no idea why, but you let the happy side show.

"Great. That was horrible." Newt said.

"Wait. . . If you're here, that means you weren't killed by the Flare. You would be in an mental hospital. Then how were you killed?" Minho asked.

Tension filled the air. Thomas looked over at Newt. He looked guilty and mortified.

"Um. . ." Thomas looked down and twirled his thumbs.

Newt started chewing on his finger nails.

"Well?" Minho asked. "Does any body know?"

"I do." Thomas said.

I swore not to tell him. Thomas called to you in his mind.

How did he die? You asked.

He told me to. . . he made me. He didn't want to die because of the being a Crank. He told me to. He made me shoot him. In the head.

You didn't know what to say. Your mouth dropped open and you stared at Thomas for a moment.

"Is anybody going to tell me?" Minho asked.

"I shot him." Thomas said in a barely audible voice.