Newt/Thomas Brodie Sangster One Shots and Imagines

10) Discriminated (Fluff) Newt

     (This is before Newt got his limp, and he never does get it. There is some SA in here and attempted suicide)

   It had been two weeks since I arrived at the Glade. I was the first girl here, and everyone took advantage of that. No rules were in place to keep me protected from everyone. Almost all of the boys bullied me and did really bad things.

   I was a track-hoe. I hated it since anyone could do anything to me when my friend wasn't here. His name was Newt, and he was by far my closest friend. I was a little more than acquainted with Thomas, Minho, and Chuck. We talked sometimes and they were generally nice.

    I was working in the Gardens while Gally came over to where I was working. I rolled my eyes and feared what was to come.

   "Good work," he started. Then he spanked me, which immediately sent me standing up and facing him to see his evil smirk. "Get back to work, girly."

   He walked off, and I watched him as tears blurred my vision. I went silently back to work. This always happened with the boys. They did things like that and I never told anyone for fear that they wouldn't believe me and were going to do worse things than they already did. They also pulled my hair, grabbed me, pushed me, teased me, and talked bad or inappropriate to me. I hated it.

   Newt knew that they, as he thought, made fun of me a bit. He always scolded boys who did things that he could see, but that only made them stop when he was around. They were careful to do things he couldn't see. He never knew the extent of it or how bad it impacted me.

   Most nights I would go to bed thinking of how much I hated it here or how much of a mistake it was to send me up here. I would sometimes cry myself to sleep or pick away at any flaw I could find that I thought made them act that way towards me, wishing I could change it. I would also draw myself sometimes when I was bored, which made me pay even more attention to my flaws.

   My drawings were very detailed and took some of my free time away. I liked drawing and it kept me calm for the most part.

   At that point, I had enough of everything. While focused on doing my work as well as my plan, I thought of something I could do.

    I would wake up early the next morning and run into the Maze.

    ...

   At dinner I could feel the stares of everyone. Newt was by my side as usual, and we were talking. I wasn't really listening to what he was saying though, because everyone was whispering.

   "I bet she's already been in ton of boys' hammocks."

   "She looks like such a slut."

   "If anyone could hear what I'm thinking about her, I would be banished immediately," another sneered, causing his friends to laugh.

   I put my head down slightly, averting my eyes but trying to make it look like I hadn't heard anything. Regardless, Newt noticed.

   "Hey! Stop talking about her like that," he had stopped in front of the boy who made the last comment like that. They both stared at each other but the other boy backed down.

   "Sorry," he muttered to where it was barely audible.

   We started walking again.

   "I'm sorry about them."

   "It's fine."

   We sat away from others and Newt told me all about his day in the Maze. I listened and nodded every so often.

    ...

    After dinner last night, I felt bad for Newt. I was leaving him. However, he would be way better off without me than he realized. Nobody in this Glade would care about me leaving more than it hurt me to be in it. The only reason I had stayed this long was for Newt.