Newts POV
I stare at the doors which now stand together, forming a wall and blocking me from Y/N. I stare in stunned silence for a moment. She left. She ran into the Maze, willingly.
I run to the door and slam my fists against it, screaming her name desperately for what must've been hours, until my knuckles are raw and bloody.
Sliding my back down the wall, I hug my knees to my chest and bury my face. The other boys all went to bed, so now I sit alone in the dark, sobbing. I try to tell myself she can make it, she's done it before. And she is amazing, if anyone can survive it's her. But there's still an ache in my chest, at the possibility that I'll never see her again.
Y/N was the last thing keeping me here, she's my light, my everything. And even though I've only known her a month, I know I love her. She makes me happy in a way nobody else can, and without that happiness I'd have nothing. She heals me, and loves me, and I don't know how I'd be able to live with her gone.
I think back to when I jumped, about a year ago. There was nothing to live for. I had no hope, no happiness; I forced myself to get up every day. But then Y/N came and I didn't have to fake a smile anymore. The thought of living without her again makes fresh tears stream down my face.
"I love you Y/N", I whisper as if she was right beside me, "I love you so, so much. Please don't leave me"
Your POV
The darkness is heavy around you, and you had to squint to see anything— a couple times you ran into the wall when turning a corner.
But besides the darkness, it wasn't that bad. You were slightly on edge but not as much as before. With the knowledge that you'd survived a night before you felt reassured, as if you couldn't die because you had done it once. You strut around the Maze, actually kind of enjoying yourself. You felt free and rebellious, and every time you turned a corner your heart would jump with a rush of adrenaline. And you loved it.
After about two hours you started to tire, and you were debating sleeping—although it is risky. You found a spot at the foot of the wall, where the ivy fell like a thick blanket, and you curled up in it. The weight from the vines was comforting, and it lulled you into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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You awake to your face wet and sticky and a mechanic whirring in your ears. You groan, and sit up, and come face to face with a griever standing over you, it's goo dripping from its blubbery body.
You almost screamed but you clasped your hand over your mouth, trying not to make too much noise.
Then something hits you: why aren't you dead yet? The Griever could easily kill you right now, and it's unlikely that it hasn't noticed you; so why aren't you dead?
Slowly and carefully, you slide on your back away from the underside of the Grievers stomach. As you wiggle away from the creature, you notice the bone-like skeleton through its translucent skin. You're almost away from the Griever, but you notice a blinking red light in the centre of its chest.
For some stupid reason, you feel the need to investigate, so you reach your hand into the layer of sludge covering the Grievers body and sink into its flesh. It doesn't even flinch.
Your hands clasp around the blinking device and you rip it out of the Grievers chest—which takes some effort to rip the wires off of— to examine it.
Although, when you snap the wires there's a loud groan and the Griever collapses on you, knocking the wind out of you.
Groaning, you squirm away from the things limp body and get to your feet, grimacing at the amount of slime all over you. You take a closer look at the Griever heart thing, noticing the number 3 flashing on a tiny screen. Putting it aside for now, you toss it into your backpack and look up at the sky. There's an orange tint to the lightening sky, and you take that as a sign morning is coming, and you start to head back to the Glade.
The problem is, you don't exactly know where that is.
No no no, not again, you think to yourself in a panic. You try to stay calm, reminding yourself that you have a whole day to get back to the Glade, but you still feel dread creeping in. You have nothing to worry about; you've now survived three nights in the Maze, doing it again shouldn't be a problem.
Newts POV (TW—suicide)
She still isn't back yet.
I stand at the doors, like I have been all day, refusing to move until she returns. Although, a part of me thinks she might not return.
Minho and Tommy arrived almost two hours ago, explaining how Y/N ran off after telling them what to do and not to do. If she was split up, there's no saying if she survived or not. But she has to. I need her to.
I've gotten my plan in order if she doesn't come back, because there's no reason to live without her. There's plenty of pills in the Medjack hut, if I take enough I could die almost painlessly. Or at least, I hope it's painless, I don't really know.
But hopefully it won't come to that. Because
Y/N will make it back. I know she will.
Your POV
You continue to jog through the Maze, trying to remain calm although panic creeps into you with every passing hour. The sun is almost directly above you now, and the fear of being trapped here another night is overwhelming. You're not exactly afraid of being trapped here—you can survive a night in the Maze easily, but you don't want the boys to think your dead.
Especially Newt, he must be so panicked right now, afraid you won't return, and that thought makes you run faster, whipping around each corner. But you don't have any water left and you never brought food to begin with, and your stomach sounds like it's the battleground of WWII.
But eventually, as the sky turns orange with the setting sun, you see the doors to the Glade. You cheer to yourself as you run, then slow to a stroll as you step through the doors. The orangey gold light floods over your face and warms you and you smile.
"Holy shuck", someone calls and people flood in around you—but there's a lot of people missing— as you pant.
"Miss me boys?", you grin, and scan the crowd for Newt, but you don't see him, and your smile fades.
"I didn't really miss you, but someone sure did", Gally says, but his voice isn't joking.
"What do you mean?", you question, matching his grave tone.
He just gestures for you to follow him and he leads you to the Medjack hut. You walk a few feet behind him and your heart sinks into your stomach; you can already guess who's behind that door.
Newt lays unconscious on the bed, his lips a blueish purple and a slight foam dripping from the corner of his mouth. For a moment your heart stops, until you see the slow rising and falling of his chest.
You sit by the bed and grasp Newts hand in yours, your eyes stinging slightly, but you blink back the tears.
"What happened?", your triumphant return was so quickly shattered.
Nobody answers for a while.
"After you didn't come back, Newt snuck in here and downed a bottle of aspirin", Minho explains sadly.
Your heart shatters and the broken shards stab your insides, cutting you open from the inside out. This is your fault. You took your sweet time to come back and your delay almost cost Newt his life.
"Is he gonna be okay?", your voice quavers as tears finally stream down your face. You usually hate showing emotion in front of other people but right now you didn't have the energy to care.
"We don't know. There's nothing we can really do for him with our supplies", Jeff shrugs, almost too casually.
"Then send a note in the Box. Do something", you demand and your voice rises as you stand, releasing Newts hand to turn and glare at them.
"The Box hasn't gone down since the girl arrived", Thomas says.
After an awkward amount of time with you standing silently whilst crying, the boys clear their throats and exit; Minho gives you a sad pat on the shoulder.
You turn back to Newt and pull up a chair. You refuse to leave his side, not until he wakes up—and he will wake up. He needs to. Because you need him, and he needs you. You two are essential for each other, like oxygen to a flame.
You are connected.
A/N— hola. So I'm trying to connect the plot of book and the movie, so it may get a little confusing but I'm confusing so ya!
I've been really depresso espresso this week so that reflects in my writing, so when I'm sad imma make you sad too.
"If I can't make people smile, then I'll make them cry" (if you understand this quote then I love you)
Also I know I said I would post every Friday but I finished early and didn't want to wait. So I'll probably update twice a week, Wednesday and Saturday I was thinking....
Anyways, sorry, and thank you very much
—A3