Aversion (The Maze Runner, Newt / Sequel to Violation)

4 - I Believe You

Chapter 4 - I Believe You

[Recap: Wendy loses her memories once again, feeling confused and frightened and not believing anything the boys tell her until she finds out that she used to love Newt. Now, the main problem is focusing on who took Teresa, swiped her memories, and how Bella is alive. Not only that, but Minho and Newt are in the race for the new Wendy's affection without any idea of what would be happening in the days to come]

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It was night now, at least, that's what they could tell through the cracked windows at the moment. Wendy had her back settled again the hard wall, fingers tracing the gash on her leg, a gash she had no idea she had. All of this was still odd to her, like a puzzle she had yet to put together if she was going to be honest.

Alongside her frame though was Newt, the boy sitting down a few inches away from her, his thigh slightly brushing against hers with tension thick in the air.

"You don't know why they took my memories? Again?" Wendy asked him, still trying to put everything together about the Maze and people called Wicked and everything they went through. It was all so confusing.

"No." Newt sighed, glancing at her with sadness because of the fact that she didn't know anything. He was still in shock that Wendy didn't know who anyone was, who they were together. He felt like someone had ripped out his heart and was crushing it in their hands, still affecting him as they did. He wanted so badly to just grab her, kiss her pink lips, and tell her that he loved her so much and only her. But he couldn't, if he did, he would know it'd just cause them both harm. Wendy for feeling guilty about not remembering the boy she was always in love with since the start, and Newt for kissing a girl who had no idea who he was.

"They took Teresa and erased my memories." Wendy breathed out, "They marked tattoos on our necks with labels that we have no idea mean, besides mine of course." she chuckled bitterly. "I'm starting to get the feeling that Wicked isn't good."

Newt rolled his eyes and licked his lips, "No shit, Wendy. Always been the one to state the obvious."

She grinned widely, her cheeks starting to hurt as she looked over at Newt. "And I'm getting the feeling that you've always been blunt." she told him, and Newt chuckled.

"With the situation we're in now, yeah, I'm being as blunt as possible."

Wendy quirked her brows at him, but then shrugged, the two continuing to sit in silence as time rocked by. She watched as boys bustled around the room, the boy named Thomas and other named Minho having a whisper conversation in the corner of the room. Minho's eyes kept flickering to hers, and Wendy turned away just in time for Newt to speak up.

"Wendy, I know I've bloody asked you this ten times, but are you sure you don't remember anything? Anything at all?" he asked her, and Wendy felt the same feeling of dread and sorrow fill her body.

"No." she said, sniffling her nose as her eyes began to brim with tears. She couldn't remember her family, her friends, nothing. Everything was completely gone and Wendy was having a hard time trying to understand that. "I just don't remember, I-I'm sorry."

Her hands were laced together, trying to stop herself from shaking, but it was no use. Her pale hands rattled with fear and nerves, her teeth clamped onto her lip to stop herself from crying out. How could she not remember anyone? Newt? Her own boyfriend? She raised her hands to her mouth, chest moving up and down. She felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack.

She closed her eyes for a brief second to try and calm herself down, but then felt something warm rest on her arm. Wendy opened her eyes slowly and looked over to see Newt looking at her with all the emotions he felt practically written on his skin. Pain. Guilt. Sadness. And she felt the exact same way he did.