[Off Path] | Wasted ~ Newt¹

[1.5] White Flashes

Her eyes opened to reveal a room, the room was completely white with medical equipment scattered. She controlled her body, it was as if she was there but she knew she wasn't. Her hands roamed the trays of sharp objects before a door she didn't know was there opened. A boy walked in, he couldn't be older than her, his face was fuzzy and distorted, she couldn't see him. He sat down in the chair without a word. What am I supposed to do? A voice sounded through the speakers to her.

"Insert the chip Isadora. You know how."

"I don't know how. Where am I?" The voice didn't reply, it's as if it didn't hear her. She felt her body move forward, she wasn't in control anymore. Her hands reached down towards a sharp scalpel sitting on the tray next to the boy, she brought it up to his neck before everything went dark again. 

-/-/-

She woke up again, this time she was in a more colorful room, even if it was only browns and blacks. On one end of the room was what looked to be a target, along the wall to her right was an array of weapons. Bows, knives, guns even. These are memories. This room is why I'm good with knives. A man and a young girl walked in, again their faces were unrecognizable. The man walked up to Isa, knife in hand and placed it in hers.

"Let's see it Isadora." Her mind went dark once again. 

-/-/-

The new room was different, it didn't look like a hospital, it looked like a home. Her home? She was in a kitchen, the windows were boarded up and there were two people standing before her. A man and a woman, the woman was screaming, she was scared and upset. She had a knife, she only realized when the knife went into her chest. Involuntarily, she let out a scream. It was dark once again. 

-/-/-

A small sliver of light peeked through the room she was in. It was a small room with dust flying everywhere, a vent maybe. She wasn't alone, two boys sat near her, she tried desperately to see their faces but it was no use. One of the boys crawled back through one of the vent tunnels but the other stayed. He mumbled something but she couldn't make out what he said, in his hand was a rope necklace, the lock. Who are you mystery boy. Say your name, please say your name. I need to know. Darkness fell once again. 

-/-/-

She was in a cafeteria now, two people sat in front of her, a boy and a girl. Her own voice sounded through her ears.

"What's up with you two?" The two stayed silent. "Guys?" Soon the boy broke down.

"I'm so sorry Isa, I wanted to tell you but Teresa said it wasn't a good idea and I kinda agree with her but now I'm telling you because if I'm honest you scare me a little but please please don't do anything stupid once I tell you please." He let go a breath of relief.

"Tell me Thomas." Thomas, this boy's name is Thomas. Thomas, tell me more.

"It's Newt, he did something this morning." Newt, what did he do, is he ok? Is he hurt?

"What did he do Thomas?"

"He tried to.. he, Isa I can't." His leg, that's how he hurt his leg, he tried to.. no. No. Darkness. 

-/-/-

She was back in the maze. It was darker than that night, the ivy was scattered across the ground beneath her. Her body was aching as she started to run, she didn't know where she was but she needed to get out of there. A noise sounded from behind her, a low rumble and growl, she was all too familiar with this sound. She didn't turn back this time, she kept running. The griever reached out and grabbed her body, slamming her into the wall on her right. Struggling to breath as she rolled on her back, she watched the griever slowly crawl towards her until it was hovering over her. Wake up. She covered her face with her arms, preparing for contact but it never came. Darkness again. 

-/-/-

This time she woke up in a place she recognized. She was in the med hut, sitting in front of her own body. She was breathing but her eyes were closed. Next to her was Newt, he was holding her hand and his head rested against the bed, he was asleep. The door behind her opened.

"Newt, you need food." It was Minho, Newt stirred before lifting his head and rubbing his tired eyes. He yawned before responding to the boy.

"I'm fine right here."

"I want her to wake up just as bad as you do but I can't let you starve yourself waiting." Newt didn't meet his eyes but kept looking at the girl on the bed. "Newt, don't make me drag you out of here." Upon the realization that Minho wasn't giving up, he stood slowly. He walked out never taking his eyes off of the lifeless girl. She was alone now, alone with herself.

Just wake up, please wake up. Her face had a long scar, it reached from above her left eyebrow down across her nose going almost to the lobe of her right ear. It was poorly bandaged but was healing non the less. Her leg had bandages wrapped around it, a light stain of blood still peaking through. She looked horrible. Her eyes shifted down to her own leg, no scar. Her hand reached up to touch her face, no scar. I want to wake up now. I want to wake up. The door opened once again to reveal the familiar face of Alby. He sat beside her bed in the place Newt once was.

"Hey she-bean, you've gotta wake up, you're driving us all insane." A smile peaked through her lips at the thought of everyone caring so much for her. I want to Alby, I'm trying. "It's killing Newt, he barely leaves this building. We need you to come back now Isa. Wake up." The door opened once again, Newt and Minho walking through, before anything else could happen everything went dark. She was starting to hate the dark.