A14 The Mistake {Newt x Reader}

13- The Lies

《NEWT POV》

It had been two weeks since that day. Since he died.

Since I got hurt.

Since Emmy almost got hurt.

I could barely eat, I never feel hungry anymore.

I can't do anything until my leg is healed. And even then I'll have a limp.

What good am I?

I can't be a runner with a bad leg.

I'll have to stay in the Glade doing what?

Tending to the food?

Being just another shucking-

"Newt?"

I open my eyes and look at the door of the Med-Jacks where I've been staying. I smile as Emmy walks in with some flowers in her hand, little yellow daisies.

"Hello, darling. What have you got there?" I ask as she hops into the chair beside my bed.

She smiles and thrusts the daisies into my face.

"I'm gonna make you a flower crown! So you can be a prince!" She exclaims with her eyes shimmering with excitement.

I feel a soft smile break across my cheeks and I chuckle at her words. Before I feel the sadness come crawling back, the words and worries whispering doubt in my ear.

I place my hand on her head, gently brushing the stray flowers away from her hair.

"I can't be a prince. I'm not strong enough to find the dragon and save the princess. Not with my bump leg." I whisper at the end.

She frowns and shakes her head. "There aren't any dragons through! And Mummy is strong enough to fight them for you!" She smiled.

Turning my head back towards her I frown in confusion.

"I thought Prince's were supposed to fight the dragon to save the princess?"

She shakes her head again. "But they aren't real. You're just the prince of the Glade! And Mommy's the princess! And Prince's need their crowns too!"

She dumped the flowers on the bed, smiling to herself as she immediately started twisting them together.

"Do you know how to make one?" I ask.

She nodded her head.

"Mummy helped me make her one! Her crowns white! And yours is gonna be yellow!" She beamed widely, smiling up at me.

As she turns back to making the crown, I feel my eyes stinging slightly. I close my eyes, breathing in deeply before slowly, shakily letting it back out. A small gentle smile spreads across my lips as I look down at her again. Her soft gentle hums filling my ears as she focuses on twisting the flowers into the crown.

Emilia.

She shouldn't be stuck here. She's just a child. 

She deserves better.

So does YN.

They deserve more.

But I can't give that to them. 

Not anymore.

{YOUR POV}

My mind was foggy as I ran the maze with Minho. Thoughts of the nightmares filled my head as I turned corners, corners I've run over and over again. 

The secrets, the lies. They boiled up inside me.

I knew the truth. The cold harsh truth.

My legs falter, and I stumble to the ground. My elbows and knees scraping the ground harshly. Vision blurred as the first sob left my trembling lips. My chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, to try and hold my cries inside. But they came out as I thought of the truth. 

There was no way out of the maze.

We were stuck here. 

I knew that.

I figured it out before George's death. I stopped filling out the mini maze we had, letting Minho fill it out. But I knew, he was figuring it out.

My secret.

I looked up at the dead end, in sector 3. The same as all of them. Just stone cold walls.

My tears boiled over my cheeks, hitting the ground with soft taps. But the sound was blurred as I sobbed, hick-upping as I inhaled. The feeling burned in my chest, the words screamed in my ears. And their faces, they burned in my brain.

" I was right. We can't leave." Nick taunted me, but I knew he was dead. He was gone.

The sound of footsteps from behind me, made me pause. I slowly looked up and over my shoulder. Minho was looking down at me, my cheeks covered with tear streaks that were still pouring. The look of sorrow, anger, disappointment, clouded his face.

"You've already finished the map, haven't you." He remarked.

As I sit up, I slowly nod. "Yes."

I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes, as he inhaled sharply.

"You didn't find a way out did you." 

My eyes slipped closed, the pain in my chest stabbing my heart harshly. Shakely I stand up, keeping my back to him.

"No. I didn't"

He released a shuttering breath, the truth finally escaped into the air. But the burden, the guilt. It didn't leave my shoulders.

"Why didn't you tell us? Tell me?" He asked, taking a step closer. " We've been running this maze, while you've kept this a secret? What for? Why-"

"Because if I had said something, everyone would have followed Nick. They would've- I couldn't."

"So you lied to keep your authority? To keep all of us to continue following you!" He shouted.

"NO! I don't care about being the leader Minho!" I cried, turning to face him. "I don't care about that! I never did."

The emotions boiled up in my chest, slowly breaking me down. But I starred him in the eyes, watching his face contort with his own emotions.

"I could have told everyone the truth, Minho. I could have, but I didn't. Do you know why? Why I didn't tell you, tell everyone?" I whispered, pausing for a moment. " Because if I had, I would have had to watch them all break down. Watch everyone follow Nick, and watch them all die. And I couldn't do that Minho. I can't do that."

His face fell in realization, his eyes falling to the ground as he thinks in his mind. Digesting what I had told him. I slowly walk towards him, my body numb and tired. He looks up at me, tears in his own eyes as I place my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you Minho, really I am. But we can't tell them. Please." I whisper.

He stared at me, pausing to think before he nodded his head in agreement. I let out a small sigh of relief.

"But we need to tell Alby and Newt. Promise me we'll tell them too." He whispers.

My eyes widen before I sigh and close them.

"Alright. I'll tell Newt. Soon."