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Lauren: I tried to talk to Zeus and be his friend, but it's like talking to an evil snail.
Zeus: You punched me in the face.

Lauren
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(check the comments for the song that's playing!)

I rolled over for the twenty-seventh time. Remind me, why do people have consciences? They suck.

After Newt left, I went to bed, expecting to fall asleep. But my mind went, 'no, you're going to stay awake with your guilt.' I really hate my mind sometimes.

Checking my watch, I was disgusted to see that it was 2:46 in the morning.

Ugh.

My mind started to wander, as minds do when it is 2:46 in the morning, and for some reason, it settled on the blue music player. After a few moments of debating, I decided I didn't really have anything else to do.

I climbed out of bed and tried to find it in my dresser.

Here goes nothing.

Popping the earbuds in, I got comfortable and started scrolling through the playlists.

J's Playlist-Mostly country music.

Dad's Music-It looked like there were just old rock bands.

Zara's Bops-Some rock music, with what looked like pop music sprinkled in.

Sad Hours-A lot of songs with lowercase letters.

I shuffled Zara's Bops.

A song started playing, and it was weird how easily I could sing along with it. I kept my voice quiet, but I wanted to see if I could sing it all. It was catchy, I'll give it that. Really strong chords and it was a good, how do I put it, revolution song. Great for pumping yourself up.

The next song was very different.

It started with a choir vocalizing, and then I fell into a memory.

There was a knock at the door. I looked over at my dad who was reading a book. His eyes went wide, and he looked at me.

"Zara, hide!"

I grabbed my music player and went through the endless halls of our house to go to my hiding hole. Was this another drill? Or was it what Daddy had been stressing about ever since Mommy left?

I clicked up the volume and tried to be quiet. But my heart was beating loudly and I couldn't seem to stop crying.

Daddy was yelling, and I could hear it through my earbuds. There was another man in the house, and he yelled back.

"Screw whatever I owe you, brother, you're not taking my last child!" I heard Daddy yell.

"We need her! I know after Jo died, your feelings about us have changed, but this is why! This is why we exist! To stop people like Jo from dying!"

Why was the man talking about Mommy? She left, she didn't die. I turned my volume down, and tried to recognize the voice. It sounded familiar.

"Will I ever see my daughter again?"

"No."

"Then leave. I know I'm immune, and she's immune. We'll get through all of this together."

I heard nothing, and then a yell.

"Daddy?" I came out of my cabinet.

The halls of my home never seemed so long.

"Daddy?!"

What had happened?

I turned the corner to find my dad lying on the ground. The tears fell fast.

"What did you do?" I pulled out the earbuds.

"My niece, I did what I had to." The new man held out his arms.

"No!" I pushed past him and went outside.

Then the world went black.

The song had ended long before the memory did. A new one was playing, with a loud beat and an even louder voice yelling about doing whatever it takes. It was the same one I'd sang in the other Maze.

I didn't even have any words to say about the memory. Was that how WICKED got us? They stole us from our homes? Killed our parents, and leave them?

The fact made my hatred run even deeper for these 'Creators.'

Thinking about the other man in the memory, I realized something weird. I had an uncle working for WICKED?

And he killed my father to get me?

I was disgusted to even be related to someone like that.

The other song ended, and I paused it and shoved the thing back into my drawer. It wouldn't be coming out anytime soon.

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This chapter actually was really hard to write. I couldn't seem to get inspiration at. all.

But I think it turned out okay?? Sorry that's it so short, but it's a filler chapter more than anything.

Anyway, I just want to be done with it, so bai!