11-A Letter

"Morning." I said as I sat with everyone for breakfast. "Morning Suzy." they all replied together. I chuckled and started eating. It's been a week since Minho and I decided we would be friends once again. Alby and Newt were shocked, but just decided it was the best thing because Minho started to return to his normal self once again.

"How the maze?" I asked Minho who was sitting across from me. We were still getting strange looks from the boys because of our sudden closeness once again.

"Same as always. I feel like I'm so shucking close to finding an exit, but grievers always come out and stop me. It's like those shucking creators want to keep us trapped in here forever." he said as he pierced his fork into his last piece of sausage and bit into it. "What's weird though is that cliff." Minho said.

"Cliff?" I said curious. "The grievers always disappear after jumping over the cliff, but they never come back. It's like they just disappear forever." he answered my question. Then he quickly finished his food and headed out to meet the other runners to enter the maze.

"It hurts." I quietly said while looking at Newt and Alby, who wore guilty faces of regret. "Don't blame yourselves. In the end I was the one to make the choice." I said picking at my food, and listened to the doors of the maze open.

"Ow! Oww! OWWW!" Chuck screamed as I was trying to take out a splinter from his finger. "Stay still you shucking greenie! Move one more time and I'm going to knock you out with my fist!" I shouted frustrated. Chuck became a slopper, but even then he was doing a horrible job as a slopper. He stayed still from fear of me punching the shucking daylights out of him. Finally, after 5 minutes of him screaming and moving around, I was able to pull it out.

"Here." I said handing him a small lollipop. Although he was annoying at times, I couldn't help but spoil this kid at the same time. He happily took it and thanked me before exiting the tent.

"Don't know how you deal with him." Clint said walking into the tent. "Could hear him screaming down the glade." Jeff said walking behind Clint. I shrugged and continued to stock the new items we got from the creators before Chuck came running in here with his splinter.

The day went by fast, everyone had finished dinner and was not either sleeping or hanging out some place. I left the boys to rest in my hammock. Although, I agreed to be friends again with Minho, my heart couldn't take the fact that he was moving on while I just stupidly smile as he slowly forgets about his feelings for me. It was too late to regret my choice that I had made.

I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the gentle breeze that was blowing through the glade. "Hey." I heard his voice speak. I opened my eyes to see Minho standing beside my hammock and looking down at me. "Hey." I said smiling, and closed my eyes to avoid making eye contact with him.

"You're not purposely trying to ignore me are you?" he asked. I opened my eyes to see that he was still staring at me. I forced myself to laugh. "Why would you think that?" I asked cracking a small smile.

"I mean. I'd understand since we just recently decided to become friends again. Even after everything that we both went through." Minho said rubbing the back of his neck looking towards the ground.

"I still hate you." I lied, and saw Minho go stiff. "I accepted to be your friend again, but it's going to take some time. So can you never ever just let it be the two of us alone like this again. It hurts." I said truthfully, and turned my back towards him. I could feel tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "I'm sorry." I heard him say and listened to the sound of him walking away from me.

The next morning, I woke up to the bright sky shining on my face. How could I not be tanned after being in the sun the whole day. My skin was still as pale as it was the first day I arrived here. I got up and stretched. Then, I remembered my conversation with Minho. I sighed and prepared myself for a long day.

Breakfast was quiet, as Minho was nowhere to be found and I quietly ate. There was no work to be done, so I strolled around the glade and happened to be stopped by Gally. "Well if it isn't the one and only." he said wiggling his eyebrows. I chuckled and playfully slapped his arm, as he pretended to be hurt.

"Your hand healed up pretty good." I said looking at his hand. "Yeah thanks to whatever you made from those herbs." he said.

A couple weeks ago, after I had told Gally to come back and take off the stitches he told me about some of the memories that he had after he went through the changing. He told me he was confused as to why I'm not there, and asked if I knew a black haired boy, and a brown haired girl. I was just as confused as he was, and wasn't able to help give him the answers he wanted. But, I did help him improve his secret recipe then.

I stayed and talked with Gally until it was about lunch time. I went to find Newt, and saw him talking to Alby. Newt saw me and waved me over. "Hey, what you shanks up to?" I said smiling.

"This is for you. It was sitting in the dark corners of the box so didn't find it until this morning when we noticed the box hadn't gone down. Since we are suppose to get our weekly supplies soon." Alby said handing me a bag with my name on it.

"Thanks." I said and took it from him.

"What's in there?" Newt asked. I quickly took a peek inside, "Probably some new medicine. At least that's what it look like." I said pulling out a syringe. Alby cringed and backed away from me.

After parting ways, I went back into the tent to look at the things inside the bag. Clint and Jeff had left for lunch. I carefully took out everything. Man they sure did a horrible job packing this time. Then my fingers brushed against folded piece of paper that was slightly crumpled.

           Ji-ho if you're reading this, you probably know yourself as Suzy right now. I know this sounds crazy, but this is you writing to you. In the bag should be a light blue liquid. Use it. It's going to give you back all your memories that WICKED took away from you. All you have to do is stab it into your arm. I know you might not believe whatever I'm writing, but in case you forgot, I am you writing to myself, which means you! Do it as soon as you get this bag. Wait any longer and I don't know if you'll still be in the maze. Hurry, there isn't much time.

       P.s. When you find him. Please don't let him go. You'll understand when you get your memories back.

What the shuck is going on! First, is the weird promise note. Second, a person named Teresa writing a letter to me. Now, a letter from myself telling me to do crazy things. I reread the letter again. What the shuck...was it really me? I compared my hand writing to it, and shuck me! It matched. Was WICKED playing tricks on me? I reached out to and touched the light blue liquid that I trapped in a test-tube like container. I saw a tiny needle poking out from where the opening of the tube was suppose to be.

I put it back in the bag along with all the other random medicine that came along with it. Tossing the letter in as well. I quickly made my way over to my hammock. I threw the bag into my small cabinet along with the rest of the things I had gotten.

No way was I going to risk my life based on a letter that may or may not have been written by me. Who knows maybe WICKED copied my hand writing and sent it themselves. Yet, in Teresa's letter she did mention a bag...was this it?

I took the bag out again, and took the tube that held the light blue liquid out the bag. I put the bag away since I didn't want anyone else finding out about these weird letters that the creators were sending me.

This was it...I was taking a chance and listening to these random letters sent to me. If I died at least I wouldn't be suffering from my broken heart anymore. I slowly breathed in and stabbed the needle protruding from the tube into my arm. Shuck...my vision was going black and I passed out.

**Sorry for updating so late. I've been busy with so many things going on in my life at the moment. Hope you enjoyed this short, but crappy chapter. Here's a picture of the one and only.