New Girl

WARNING:**There may be spoilers from the Maze Runner trilogy.** After Theresa, the first girl to ever come to the Maze, came, another girl came to the Maze. Her name was Alexandra. She was the next Runner. She would fit in with the rest of the Gladers perfectly. But, one would stick out to her. He would care about her, hurt her, confuse her, and show her right from wrong in the Glade. Do these two have a past outside of the Maze? And is there hope for them inside a Maze full of lies?


6. In A Dream/ Busted


"Alexa!" A voice traveled towards me.

I look around, but all I can see is black. "Hello? Where am I?"

"Alexa!" I run in the direction of the voice, even though there is nothing around me. Then, I see it. A light! And people! I run towards the light, then stop in my tracks.

There are two people tied in chairs,a boy and a girl. I recognize the boy right away. Newt. I don't recognize the girl.

"Alexa, it's me! Rosie!" I stare at them, unable to move.

"Choose," A voice says to me.

I can't see another figure anywhere nearby. "Choose what?"

A laugh echoes around the emptiness. "Choose one. Love or Friendship?"

"But-but..." I just look at them in horror. Choose? Why? I don't understand!

The voice laughs again. "Too late." Then, they both fall on the ground, dead.


 I wake up, not bothering to open my eyes.

"Where have you two been?" That wakes me up. I open my eyes and look straight up, to see Newt sitting next to me.

It was only a dream, I think. Newt didn't really die.

"What are you doing here, Thomas?" Newt snaps. I sit up and look around. Thomas, Alby, and Gally have gathered around the hammock.

"Wha-" I mumble. "Where am I?"

Gally snorts at my comment and rolls his eyes. "You're in Newt's hammock, Greenie. Don't you remember anything?"

I look down and play with my hands. No, I don't remember anything. I don't remember much of my life. I don't remember my family. I don't remember anyone. I don't remember where I came from. I feel a tear a tear fall down my cheek. I shoot it away with a swift brush of my hand.

"No, I don't remember anything, you jerk." Then, I get up and walk away. I don't care about Newt calling my name. I don't care that Thomas grabs my shoulder. I ignore Alby's soothing, reassuring words. I just walk. And walk. Until I reach my own hammock.


I ball my fists, then roll my fingers out. Then I do it again. And again. And again. They made her leave. They gave her the trouble of not remembering. They hurt her. They made her cry.

She ignored my calls. She ignored everyone. I didn't care if my screams woke everyone up. I wanted Alexandra to be okay.

I stand up and walk towards her hammock. "Shuckheads," I mutter.

I don't look back to see their reactions. I just enter her little, singled-out area where her hammock is. She plans to build a shelter for herself here. I plan to help her.

When I get there, she's facing the Wall, sitting on her hammock. She doesn't notice me walk over. But, I run over when she wimpers in pain.

I kneel on the ground before her. "Bloody hell. What are you doing?"

She holds a sharp rock in her hand, its top covered in a thin layer of blood. Her leg has four cuts in it.

"Four cuts," She says through her teeth. "Four cuts for four days in the Maze."

I look up at her, seeing the pain in her eyes. Seeing the hate. Seeing the sadness.

I put my hands gently around her leg and kiss every cut, one by one. I kiss them to heal them.

Once I'm done, I wipe the little bit of blood off my mouth. Then, I sit next to her.

"Whatever cuts or bruises you give yourself, I will heal them. I will make you feel better, Alexandra. Whatever it takes." I lay my head on her shoulder and close my eyes. Then I whisper, "Whatever it takes."

She puts her arm behind me and lays her head on top of mine.

"You used... to call me Alexa."

I look over at her to ask her what she means. But I decide not to.

Alexandra has fallen asleep on my shoulder.

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