The Maze Runner|| Newt

Chapter 12

The next morning when I woke up I was disappointed to have not had any more dreams. I felt such a strong connection to that boy and was determined to learn more about him. Unfortunately no matter how hard I tried, how much I willed myself to go back to sleep it didn't work.

Sunlight shone into the pit lighting everything up and keeping me from falling asleep. Just as I'd gotten so desperate that I was gonna tear off part of my shirt to tie around my eyes as a makeshift blindfold I heard someone's heavy footsteps coming towards me.

I instinctively slumped against the wall and closed my eyes while trying to even out my breathing so my chest only subtlety moved up and down with each inhale and exhale. My heart quickened as I heard the clanking of metal and the lock being taken off the door. Whoever it was, was blocking the sunlight, covering the pit in darkness once again. By the time the person jumped down in the pit I'd almost actually fallen asleep.

I'd almost flinched when the sound of their feet hitting the ground reached my ears. To the best of my ability I pressed myself back further into the wall as the person took a small step towards me. Suddenly the person reached their hand out to me just barely not touching my face but I could feel the heat radiating off of it, directly under my nose.

Hold on...
Does this bitch think I'm dead or some shit?!
I held my breath out of spite.

"Shuck," I heard and recognized the voice immediately and my whole body tensed up. I thought Alby was gonna get me this morning and get me breakfast then make me start my job trials. Or maybe even Gally would pick me up. Perhaps Frypan with some breakfast for me.

But no, it wasn't any of them. Hesitantly I opened my eyes and in front of me stood a concerned looking Newt with a hand on his hip and the other running through his messy hair. He was looking away from me, towards the opening in the pit making the sun shine perfectly on his face, making his usually sandy blonde hair glow and his eyes look like deep pools of honey.

I studied his appearance for a second before he finally turned back to me and his eyes went wide to find mine open. "You're alive." He said, shocked. "You sound very pleased about it. And why the hell would I be dead?!" I asked, pushing off the wall to a standing position.

Newt shrugs, "When I came down you looked off, and you're freezing." He said, reaching out and I flinched but let him continue and he grabbed my wrist. His hand felt hot against my skin, I'd grown used to the cold down here and I hadn't even realized just how cold it really was.

I badly wanted him to keep his hand there. For the warmth of course. That was the only reason. But his hand slipped from my wrist and returned to his side. Just then an immense amount of pressure built in my head and I fell back against the wall and to the floor. White spots danced in my vision before everything went black.

Then light exploded in my eyes, and I was back in that place with the bright lights and the white walls and floors. Infront of me was the boy. The one with the sandy blonde hair and pretty brown eyes. We were both older this time compared to the last few memories. Maybe 14ish? He looked too familiar. And I immediately realized who it was.

He reached out, his hand placed lightly on my waist and the other went to the back of my neck. Goosebumps spread across my arms but my whole body felt like it was on fire. My cheeks erupted in flames as he leaned forward while tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. My chest tightened and breath quickened.

"Newt-" I started but he said nothing, looking into my eyes while our lips were merely inches apart. I wanted so badly to lean in, to close that small space between us and press my lips against his. But I stayed still, praying that he would close the distance for me.

I'd been so focused on his lips that I didn't even hear the footsteps coming down the hallway.

I didn't hear the warning from the doctor's mouth. Or the powering up of the gun.

Newt's eyes went wide and his face scrunched up in pain as he fell to the ground. This time I heard the footsteps behind me but I ignored them as I fell to the ground next to him, lifting his shirt to examine the damage.

"Calm down, it wasn't a real bullet. Probably felt a hell of a lot worse than one though." I hear from behind me and hate that I recognize the voice so well. "Dad what the hell?!" I snap my head around to see him standing with a hand on his hip and a gun in his hand.

"You two know better than this. How did you even get out of your rooms?" He looked irritated  and it pissed me off even more. I turned away from him to focus on Newt again. He was passed out and a thick layer of sweat had formed on his body, making his hair and clothes stick to his skin. Blood slowly leaked from a tiny hole in his abdomen. Red, it was so so red. It stained his pants a dark color.

I tightly gripped his shirt as I tore a decent portion off the bottom and pressed it against the hole in his side. Somehow I'd gotten blood on my hands in the process of this and it made me feel sick to my stomach. I heard my father barking orders behind me but I ignored it.

Suddenly someone's arms were around my waist, pulling me up from the floor. I squirmed and kicked and fought but it did no good. While I was being dragged away I saw a doctor kneeling down by Newt. I wanted to scream at him, tell him to stop, to not touch him. But all that came from my mouth were choked sobs. I'd stopped fighting whoever was carrying me away from Newt, I just hung in their arms limply.

Eventually I was brought to a bathroom and set down on the edge of the bathtub. My father stood in front of me, face red and nostrils flaring. "You two will both be severely punished for this. And you will be completely separated until further notice. Understand?" I looked down at the white tiles of the bathroom and said nothing.

"Do you understand me?!" He asked again, yelling this time, spit flew from his mouth onto me but I still said nothing, only slowly nodding, hoping he'd go away. "Clean yourself up. A nurse will be here in 20 minutes with a fresh change of clothes and to bring you back to your room."

I nodded again but still kept my mouth shut tightly, not trusting myself to say anything. I didn't look up from the floor until I heard the click of the door shutting and locking. I let out a small sigh of relief and stood up, slowly peeling bloody articles of clothing from my body. Tears ran down my face still but I stayed silent until I stepped into the shower with the water on. It was hot, too hot. It burned my skin but I didn't adjust the temperature.

The blood washed off my hands and I watched it as it went down the drain. I stared at the drain as I continued to scrub at my hands and forearms with soap. I scrubbed so hard that it hurt but I just kept staring at the drain with only clear water going down it now. I felt like I could never be clean. Like my hands would always be covered in his blood. Like his blood would always be on my hands.

I kept scrubbing until my hands and arms were rubbed raw but it still wasn't good enough for me. They were red, so red, but I kept going. I kept staring at the drain. I kept scrubbing.

Finally my eyes shifted from the drain to my arms and what I saw made my stomach churn and puke rise up my throat but I swallowed it back down. My arms covered- no- drenched in his blood. Sobs racked my body again as I scrubbed at my arms ruthlessly, ignoring the stinging pain that followed. This time water went down the drain tinted red but my arms never changed. They were aching with pain however. I sank down to sit on the floor of the shower, my wet hair forming a curtain around me and I continued to dig at my arms until white spots erupted my vision again and everything went black.

"Oh my God, are you okay?!" Newt was kneeling infront of me looking concerned. Instead of answering all I said was "Lift your shirt."

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