It's been 2 days since Thomas and Newt reveled their huge heartbreak of a secret. The moment Thomas said it, Minho just stood up and walked away. He looked confused, angry, and betrayed. You were the only person he has talked to since. You usually find him in what remains of the Map Room. You found him the first time by (being the clumsy person that you are) accident. You were wandering around the Glade looking for something to do, when you tripped on something and fell into the open, heavy, metal door of the Map Room. He doesn't come out. You have to bring his food to him. That's what you were doing now. Bringing food to an upset seventeen year old. You pushed the door open closing the door, again. Each step creaking under your feet.

"Hey. Minho?" You called.

"Over here." Said a faint voice from the darkest room in the corner.

"You really need to get out of here."

"Why?"

"Everyone is looking for you."

"Your not."

"Because I know where you are." You walked over and handed him the sandwich Frypan made. "You're right here."

Minho rolled his eyes. He hasn't made any sassy comments or jokes ever since you found him, but this was an improvement.

"Seriously. Are you okay?" You asked taking a seat in front of him.

"I don't know." Minho said taking a bite of his sandwich.

"How are you feeling? Emotional wise."

"Betrayed, upset, stupid, guilty, angry, anything bad, you name it."

"Guilty?" You were surprised by how Minho was actually telling you this.

"For not trying to help him in some way. I could have beaten the shuck out of Rat Man and forced him to get something that would maybe slow the virus, anything that would help him. Instead I almost beat the shuck out of Newt." He took another bite out of his sandwich before he continued. "The truth is, when Rat Man said that Newt wasn't immune, I was about this close," He showed you by using his index finger and thumb with a little bit of space in between them, "to shooting everybody in the place. Then finding the cure myself."

You didn't know what to say to that. You didn't know Minho felt that way. No one did. You just nodded and let him talk. You knew that would probably be best for him. To just listen.

"But I didn't do anything. Why did they give us the Flare if they knew that we were immune? Did they just give it to the non-Immunes? Why did they let that happen? Why would they do that? Kill our friends for a test? When they had enough information? Then they go and put us back in here. They know that this place almost killed Newt. And killed you. Just test. Like you said, if people were going to become Immune anyway, why find a cure?" Minho ranted, then leaned his head back on the wall.

You could swear you saw a tear make its way down his face.

"We're going to get out of here. I can promise you that." You didn't want to add 'All of us will.' because you knew you couldn't promise that. You just had to hope.

"I shucking hate this place, (Y/N)." Minho said as if he didn't even hear you. "Just not as much as Newt. I wasn't driven over the edge that fast. But I probably will be, so watch out for us. Please. You're the smartest one here, your braver then most, I beat you could be scary when you fight and when you're mad, you know exactly what to say and when to say it, how to make someone feel good about themselves. But I'm nothing like that. I have no idea how to help, I don't know what to do. But you seem to know about the Maze, more then we do. Especially about WICKED. I am scared to death of what is out there. If there's anything you could tell us, tell us." Minho sat forward and had been looking you in the eyes.

You just looked at him, studying him, trying to see if he was hiding something. He was telling the truth. You could tell that much.

You did the last thing you would have expected yourself to do. You broke down. Just like in the dream you had, right before you jumped off the Cliff. Crying, breathing heavy. You don't know why. Minho looked surprised by this, too. You had been keeping your feelings bottled up, trying to seem as strong as the guys, but that really wasn't what was going on at the moment. You didn't care who saw, everything just hit you all at once. You finally realized you were probably never going to get out of this place. The walls seemed to close in on you. Minho wrapped his arms around you and just held you as you had your anxiety attack.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" A familiar British accent sounded from the door way.

Minho shushed him.

You heard footsteps getting closer and you flinched, causing them to stop. Voices in your head sounded up.

Nothing changed.

You're a horrible person!

No one loves you.

Stop trying to make things better!

You're not helping!

I hate you!

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" You screamed holding your hands to your ears trying to block them out. You squeezed your eyes shut. It only made it worse.

There's no way out.

You can't help them.

You can't save them all.

You're not smart. Just stupid.

You can't do anything right!

I can't believe you messed that up!

I asked for one thing!

You're a mistake!

You are hideous.

I don't believe you!

No one believes in you.

You're not special.

I never wanted you!

You screamed again, holding your hands tighter o your ears.

"THOMAS! ALBY! SOMEONE!" You heard Newt yell as he ran over.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! STOP! PLEASE!" You yelled and cried harder.

You heard hurried footsteps coming down the stairs.

"What the hell is going on?" Thomas shouted over you screaming

"We don't know!" Minho yelled back.

"Get her up!" Alby yelled.

Someone's hands wrapped around your ankles and wrists. You took your hands off your ears and hit and kicked at them as hard as you could.

"(Y/N)! Stop fighting! We're only trying to help!" Thomas yelled.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" You screamed as you kicked another hand away.

"We've got to knock her out." Gally said.

"No. We can't risk it. Her heart rate is too high. We could kill her." Minho said. He had finally let go of you and was standing next to Thomas.

"It's our only option."

"We don't have any options."

"Do it." Newt said.

"What?" Minho squeaked.

"Believe me. I know (Y/N). She can pull through this."

You can't be a hero.

No one ever liked you.

You're an embarrassment.

I hate having you as a daughter.

You're supposed to look up to me! Not a stupid boy who ruined our studies in the first place!

You screamed again.

"Do it!" This time Newt sounded more urgent.

You felt pain on the left side of your head. The warm tingle of blood flooded the area.

The voices finally stopped, you let go of your ears and let your hands fall.

"Thank you." You said in a whisper.

Darkness filled your vision and everything seemed to stop.