"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.