Prompt: Y/N is thrown into something dark, somewhere unknown to her.
You're thrown into a room. A white, boxed in room. The lack of color has you left feeling uncomfortable, vulnerable and naked. Where are you? You ask this yourself over and over. Only yesterday you were in the Glade and now you're somewhere else. You start to think that you might not be able to handle being thrown into a strange, unknown place. Again.
The Glade sucked but at least you weren't alone in there.
You take a few steps around the room, trying to inspect every corner. Maybe it's another game, another riddle. There could be a way out. "WICKED is good." A sudden female voice rings through the small, sterile-feeling room.
"WICKED?" You ask to no one in particular. Your voice comes out raspy and dry. You hope that they would reply or even restate what they said, just to make sure you're not already going insane.
Suddenly, a door to your right slides open revealing a grubby, worn face. Minho. He walks in and behind him follows Thomas, Teresa and Newt. You almost wince at the look in Newt's eyes. It resembles something like hatred and anger. It's not only in Newt's but also in the other three. The only friends you have are looking back at you with pure hatred in their eyes.
Did something happen?
"Y/N." Newt spits. "How could you?"
You open your mouth but no words come out. What are they talking about? You have done absolutely nothing, right? "Wh-what are you talking about, Newt?"
"The Maze, Y/N." Newt replies as he comes closer, you almost feel the heat from the anger that bubbles from within him. "This is all your fault."
"What?" You shake your head and back away until you feel the cool, white slick wall against your sweaty back. "Newt, I-
"Save it." Minho breathes out. "Just save it."
You look over at Minho, "But my memory is wiped, just like yours? Why would I have put myself into this mess?" You scream. You plead.
"Is it?" Teresa questions, a suspicious look in her eyes.
"Of course, of course it is!"
"Why should we trust you?" Thomas asks.
You stare down at the white floor, "I don't know." There was no way you could prove to then that you weren't the bad guy... Especially if you didn't even know it yourself.
Newt scoffs and you glance up at him. You're hurt. Real bad. You always thought Newt would be the one to stick by you. To not be so quick to go against you. But now you know you were wrong.
"Newt, please. We're friends, aren't we? We've helped each other out so much." You find his eyes and keep them on yours. "We've shared so much together, how can you be so quick to let it all go?"
"Because I never cared for you. You were just another Greenie that I had to make feel welcome." He spits, "You were nothing but a slimy, annoying shank, you never left me alone." He looks away for a moment before looking back, "I was just being nice."
It's like a bullet to your heart, his words. All those months you and him spent together, laughing, playing, crying, arguing, making up... They were nothing but an annoyance to him? You see the tears before you feel them, they splash down the front of your ragged clothes and then drip to the floor. Whatever it was that you did, you have a sudden urge to correct it. To go back and fix it before any of this can happen.
"So," You choke back you're tears. You have been defeated. "So what happens now?"
"We leave you." Newt says.
"All alone." Minho continues.
"To rot," Thomas' voice comes out firm and angry.
"In this hell." Teresa finishes and one by one they file out of the room. You catch Newts eyes before he leaves. But the anger, the hate and the sadness only leave you feeling worse.
The door is about to slide shut so you throw yourself at it and grab onto Newt's arm. He spins around, surprised. He pushes you back inside and screams at you, "Just bugger off! We don't want you, you don't belong with us anymore!"
The door slides to a close and you lay against it, whimpering. "Newt..." Another tear slides down your cheek. "Don't leave me... Don't leave-
Your world goes black but only for a moment until your thrown back into the Glade. Your eyes find the familiar eyes of another, brown and worried. "Y/N!"
"Huh...?"
"Y/N! I'm not going anywhere..." Newt reassures, pulling you up into a hug.
"I was... Was I dreaming?"
"Yeah, and a bloody terrible one at that. You even screamed. That's when I came running in and I tried to wake you but you wouldn't..." He presses his hand against the back of your head, keeping you close. "I thought something worse was happening... Then you started to mumble, telling me to not leave you."
You pull back from his embrace, looking into his eyes. His face close, he whispers, "Y/N, I'm not going anywhere."
You nod your head slowly, "I...thank you."
You sleep the rest of the night curled up against Newt's warm, comforting body. His arms wrapped around you, your head buried deep into his chest and your hand clutching onto his shirt. His breathing puts you to sleep, a peaceful, calming, dreamless sleep. You both sleep like this every single night since, to keep nightmares, for the both of you, away.
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