TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt// Running from the Scorch (Pt.1)

"Yeah I'm-" I said before feeling the pain tear through my arm. I winced in pain as I squinted my eyes shut and gripped my shoulder.

"Don't strain yourself honey," he teased and moved my eyes to his. "Are you okay?"

"I'm alive if that's what you mean," I sighed and picked at the dirt under my fingernails. "Where's Newt?"

"Last I saw he was with Sonya. I don't trust that shank one bit. Well neither of them," he remarked inside a forced laugh.

"Do you think she's prettier than me? Well I mean yes she is, look at his he looks at her. He never looked at me like that," I said in my lowest voice possible. I was jealous but I knew newt loved me. Right?

"You're definitely prettier. Want me to go get him?" I grabbed his hands and pulled him into a tight hug.

"If you don't mind," I grinned as he rolled his eyes and left the tent.

I pushed the covers off my legs and allowed them to swing off the bed. Seconds later, Newt came into the room with a different expression. He looked worried as well as nervous with his eyes on the floor.

"Newt are you okay?" His eyes darted to me before moving back to the floor. He moved slowly, almost in a tiptoe, as he stood a foot from me.

"I'm fine. How's your arm?" He rubbed his arm with his hand looking terribly uncomfortable.

"Newt what's wrong?" I hopped off the bed, staggering a little before catching my balance. I reached my arm out to grab but he jerked his body backwards from me. It hurt me devastatingly but I swallowed my tears.

"We need to talk," he sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I can't be with you anymore."

"W-what?" I staggered as I felt my head spin with an aching chest.

"I just don't think this is gonna work out anymore. We're not in the glade anymore. I'm sorry but I just can't be with you." I stood silent with my eyes on the floor. Everything in me hurt as I brought my arms to my stomach to hug myself. "(Y/N) I-"

"Don't. Save your breath. I just hope Sonya's everything you wanted," I said as I clung to the air that wasn't reaching my lungs. My chest was tightening as my vision clouded with tears as well as the numb feeling in my head.

"I do love you. This is for our own good." His words were like a slap in the face. I turned around to give him just that but he had already left the tent.

My legs were tugged from underneath me as I crashed on my knees. The tears came in waves from them on. They would hit like a wall and eventually even out until a second wall would smash into me.

This felt like it went on for years although only ten minutes had passed when Minho came into the tent. He quickly ran to me and scooped me into his arms with my head on his chest. Minho had always been there to comfort me.

"He told me what he did. That shuckface doesn't know what's coming. When I get my shuck hands in him-" Minho's voice was a dangerous growl before my hand over his mouth stopped him.

"You don't need to threaten him. He's still your best friend." I felt a sudden spurge of energy as I grabbed his hands and raised. He somehow knew what I meant and rose to his feet before pulling me up as well.

"You're gonna be okay. You're my tough glade queen," he smirked which only made me giggle.

"Thanks Minho. Would you mind taking me for food? I mean I haven't eaten since... how long have I been out?"

"Two days. I never left you except once, well okay maybe twice but I was hungry," he stuttered as I giggled and took his hand.

"Well come on then. I'm starving, and you're always starving so let's go," I chuckled and pulled him out of the tent after quickly checking my hair and wet cheeks. I looked decent.

"Come on your highness," he teased, and took my hand again.

"You're the maze girl?" A man said behind me causing me to jump slightly. I spun around to face him with Minho's hand still in mine.

He was a tall boy with a muscular build. He had sore brown eyes, as if he was tired out and spiked black hair, similar to Minho's. I had to admit he was a pretty handsome guy.

"I am. I'm also the girl whom one of your people shot," I glared with a hint of a smile to show i was in fact joking.

"Yeah sorry about that. Promise it won't happen again. For now I want to escort you to the food tent," he said with his elbow out for me to take.

My mouth fumbled for words as I looked up at Minho. He gave me a reassuring nod and took control. "She would love to."

"Thanks," I whispered, squeezing his hand.

I slipped my arm into the boys with a soft smile. Newt didn't love me so why couldn't I do this with another boy.

"I'm Jax by the way. And you are?" The walk was through a camp ground with white tents, all shapes and sizes, large green tanks and different pick up trucks scattered in different crevices.

"I'm (Y/N)," I said weakly as I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

The boy began ranting on about how this place, the Right Arm, was made. My mind wandered to Newt as my eyes begged for me to cry again.

I was able to swallow them until the horror show came into view. Newt was sitting in front of a fire with his arm secured around Sonya. She grabbed his cheeks and placed his lips on cheek. She was kissing him, and he was allowing it!

My heart cracked as I suddenly froze, my eyes locked on the ground. He never looked at me like that.

"Oh Newt and Sonya. Those two hit it off the second he got here. Heard he dumped some girl before this," Jax said as my hand covered my mouth.

"Yeah I was the lousy girl before and it ended only ten shuck minutes ago!" I yelled although the commotion around me seemed to keep all eyes off me.

Suddenly hands were around my waist and I was pulled from the boy who stood looking almost sorry for me. I didn't want his sympathy, I wanted Newt.

"Just give her a minute," Minho yelled to Jax who turned to the couple still engulfed in each other.

Minho carried me to a ledge two stories above the camp. He set me on the ground with his arms around me. I pulled his neck to me as my tears moistened his shirt.

"I'm sorry," I chanted rhythmically through his soft shushes.

"It's okay (Y/N). He really is a dumb shank," he said as I felt nothing in me want to laugh. I was too heart broken and empty to laugh ever again.

"Minho you should go back with others. They'll miss you. Wait where's Tommy and Fry?" I suddenly lost the tears as I worried about my two fellow gladers.

"They're over there. I thought you would want to be alone for a second. So I'll be right there until you want to join us," Minho replied. His lips pecked my forehead before he sauntered over to another ledge out of my sight.

I pulled my legs into my chest with my forehead on my knees. I replayed all of our best memories like a movie in my head except this time they were horror movies.

I toppled over and curled into a ball with the sounds of crinkling fire and my sobs singing me to sleep. He was the one thing keeping me going through the Scorch knowing how many other people we lost. I would never be okay again. I would never be happy again.