Chapter 3 | Newt

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"I'll kill all of you..." I whisper under my breath. I don't even mean to, but I don't regret it either.

Some shuck guards dragged me into this prison a week ago because I was "being violent". Yeah, probably because you just killed my girlfriend.

I punch the ground I'm sitting on as the tears start to rush in like a crashing wave. Like a million crashing waves, actually. I place my palms on my eyes in attempt to stop the crying. To stop the thinking.

I look around the room. Gray walls, dimmed lights. The cell doesn't have bars, though. It's like a transparency. I tried to break it, but it doesn't work. Only changes to a translucent purple color, then returns to its clear state.

Two guards stand outside of the imprisonment which I'm currently in. I want to kill them. "Let me out of here." I say through gritted teeth. They don't move. All the two slintheads do is stand there, holding their launchers close to their chests.
I wish I could have saved her. I wish I could have seen her smile at me one more time. I know she doesn't do it often, but it's not her...wasn't...her fault... Tears stream down my cheeks as I think about her more and more. Her laugh. Her walk. Her red hair. The way she used to look at me when something was wrong. My mind goes back to our fight. Why did I say that to her? She didn't want to be pitied, she hates pity...All she wanted was to talk to me! I recall the moment she was saying goodbye last week. She tried to "make things right". It made it worse, really. I was reminded of the fact that she'd been hurting for days because of me. I skipped dinner because I didn't want to see the pain written on her face. Little did I know, that now I won't see her face at all.

Oh, how I want to see her face again.

She was ripped away from me. Ripped away by a bunch of shuck scientists who care more about science than happiness. I clench my fists, and squeeze my eyes shut. "Let me out of this bloody lockup!" I say more sternly. Of course they're not going to let me out. I lie down on my side on the cold floor, and cry my heart out. Kenzie...

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