Gally Imagines

gally imagine ten

"Minho it was a mistake! I'm sorry! Please don't let them do it!" Ben screamed as Minho cut the rope holding Ben's hands over his neck.

"Please Minho..." Ben choked out as blood and spit flew from his mouth and Alby forced him to his feet with one of the Banishment poles.

"Zart! Winston! Newt! Please!" Ben cried out as the doors started closing and then the low, guttural screams started. He wasn't a desperate boy anymore, Ben was an animal. He was going to die in the Maze and he knew it.

His eyes were red and every inch of his skin was pale. Left over veins stretched over his skin from the Changing. The Changing had made him do what he did.

"Y/N don't let them do this!" Ben screamed as Alby shouted, "Poles!" And then Ben was being shoved in. The sharp poles on the sides were cutting red gashes on his skin that exposed white pus oozing from them. The Keepers started shoving the curved Banishment poles that would seal Ben's fate. He was shoving at them but he was weak from the Changing and the other Gladers were strong and firm. Ben broke the rules.

"Y/N!" Ben howled and you pulled yourself tighter against Thomas's chest who wrapped his arms around you as tears splattered down your face. But, you felt no regret. No sympathy for the screaming boy.

You didn't watch as Ben was forced into the Maze. Didn't feel as his screaming ceased and the doors slammed shut.

The minute it happened though, you were gone. Gently pulling away from Thomas and running towards the Deadheads. You heard some of the boys muttering behind you but nobody followed. It had been a grim couple of days.

You sat down on the edge of a familiar grave. It was makeshift and dirty but it still filled you with so much emotion. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the grave stone. Your tears dripped down onto the freshly packed dirt. If you sat there forever and just cried, the dirt would slowly turn to mud but you couldn't stay there forever.

You don't know how long you sat there before you felt an arm go around your shoulder. You sniffled before looking up to see who it was. You expected it to be Thomas or maybe Newt, but no, it was Gally.

"Hey Y/N." Gally whispered as he slowly pressed his lips to your forehead. You shut your eyes again and let yourself melt into him. He wasn't warm but he was real. He was there.

"Gally...how are you-" You started but was cut off by his lips. Gally's hands wrapped around your waist as you kissed. His kisses had always completed you and made you whole.

"Wake up Y/N." Gally whispered as he gave you a small smile and you felt something build up in your chest. Something that was going to make you explode.

"No! Gally it isn't fair. Everybody hated you but they shouldn't have. You're kind and you loved me." You choked and pleaded as he slowly pulled away.

"Wake up Y/N." Gally said again.

You opened your eyes to see that it had grown dark in the Deadheads. You could barely read the name that Newt had scratched onto the grave stone; Gally.

You had watched it happen. Came into Gally's room to tell him about one of Winston's latest escapades as Ben slit his throat open with a knife.

You screamed into the silent night.