Newt imagines!

The box?

A cold surface rested against you cheek, you let out a sleepy groan and push yourself up. A dull pain in your head forced you back down, you touched the tender skin, it was damp with a thick paste. You look at your fingers knowing you will find blood, except you can't see them. Panicking you rub your hands together, yes they are both there but you can't see them, in fact you can't see anything. Jumping up you stagger in the darkness head butting something solid, you cry in pain falling over again, jolting your spine.

"My names y/n!" You cry, "y/n." Memories of last time flash up, you could remember everything, the maze, the grievers, the gladers. This wasn't the box.

Crawling along the wall you sussed out the size of the room, it was small, like a bathroom. There wasn't a door, well not that you could find, there has to be! You tell yourself over and over. There has to be a way out.

You huddle into a corner, pulling your legs into your chest. You sob remembering everything important, many times you almost smile thinking of Chuck's pranks or most of all cuddling in front of the bonfire with Newt. That cute British boy made you cry harder, you wanted him here, here with you, he would know what to do.

You hug your legs closer. A small object digs into your stomach, you frantically pull it out, you don't remember that being there. You fumble it in your fingers, feels like a lighter. Finding a flick up lid and a button a small flame clicks out of it allowing sight of your fingers red from earlier.

You stand up turning in circles scanning side to side, bottom to top.... A small lamp hangs above. It's within stretching reach, you roll it around in your hands, it's so cold and looks very old. You light it and hang it back up, the light is perfect enough lightening the room in a twitching glow. You cringe at the sudden light, covering your eyes. Slowly you adjusted.

Now you can really see the surroundings.

You fall back against a wall, your heart pumps at the speed of light. Your hand holding in a scream.

Their everywhere, on every wall.

Pictures. The wall is covered in pictures, each single one of you. In the glade. Sleeping with Newt. Walking in the deadheads. Even from when a child! And each one has your face encircled in a thick red marker.

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It felt like ages before you grew accustom to the stalker room, you get up from the ball on the floor you had been in. Taking deep breaths you look at the pictures more concentrated, some made you smile, like one of Newt and you. You pull it off the wall running a finger over his face, he looks so happy. This was your favourite, he was handsome and you were glowing in his strong arms, your faces inches apart. You sit down clutching it to your heart going over him. You start to describe his features out loud then there's no way you could forget him, right?

Holding the photo up against the light you mark yourself. 100%. "I love you.." You whisper.

Time went on with you watching the photo not moving, drifting away to sleep your eyes strayed off to the eggshell-cream ceiling, in the far corner was something unspotted.
A small square in on the ceiling, big enough for someone to fit through. Moving closer you realise it isn't drawn on, it's cut in and on one side are two hinges. Are you in a basement? On tip toes you push it, it moves half a centimetre. Uncertain if something stopped you or you stopped yourself, it moved no further, your heart pounding against your rib cage and sweat forming on your brow. Was this it?.....

A thud pushes the hatch back, you swiftly dropped onto the floor like a possum playing dead. You pushed through your shaking body, instinct to protect yourself was kicking in, you backed away from the hatch. Still trying to get away even when you hit the wall.

That thud, had been a foot.

You felt like being in the box all over again. A rattle of keys knocked on the door and the moving of something heavy.

You thought you might have a heart attack when the door swung up. Leaving a square hole, a brighter light than yours was beaming in as if a tale out of the bible and the sunlight is shining down through the dark clouds. Despite this you recon what is on the other side is not a blessing.

Almost screaming when a long wooden stick lowers in, you push on the wall. The stick was a ladder creaking as pressure was applied at the top. A big green boot with a heavy grip bottom steps in. You yelp, tears streaming down onto the floor. "Please...please..." You cried.

Never had you been so cowardly, the box had been less frightening. You started begging for mercy willing a sudden death upon yourself.

You silenced when the boot disappeared upwards and walked over your head and was gone. Panting and wiping the salty water off your face you make your way to the ladder, one trembling step at a time you climbed up.

Go read my new book to find out what happens to her!!!!