After the Death Cure 2 ( The Maze Runner )

Chapter 6 | Newt

She's just standing there. Still as beautiful as she used to be. They got every detail. Even the way her eyes look when she cries.
No. No. No. No. No! Stop. Stop. Stop! The itching is back. Oh, the wretched itching. "Get out! Get out!"

She starts to slip her ring off of her finger. "You said you'd always come back for me..." She rotates the ring to read the words on the inside. "Now it's my turn."

I feel my mouth slightly hang open. My stomach drops with the overwhelming sadness that pulls me six feet under. She steps closer to my cell. Her lower lip twitches. I feel myself want to hold her more and more with each second that she's hurting.

I stand up, and walk as close as I can to her. I watch her eyes scan my face. She's obviously looking at the scratches I clawed into my skin.

I place my hand on the transparent wall, which then turns a purpleish color, and she does it back. I smirk at how small her hands are.

My head starts to feel as if someone is trying to break free of their imprisonment inside my skull. Beating and punching it. I pull on my hair, and stumble backwards from the suddent pang.

"Newt!" I barely hear her say to me. I claw my fingers into the back of my head. "You're going to be ok, just..." She stops talking, and I look up at her. She's pressing the button that releases me. One of the guards tries to stop her, but it's too late. I'm free. Free. Free. Free. Free. I'm free.

She runs to me, and grabs my arms, "Calm down."

"I'm calm. So calm. Calm. Calm. Calm..." I stare at the opening. I look back down at Kenzie, who is releasing her grip on my arms.

"Ok." I know what she's doing. She starts to back away slowly.

"No. No. No." I start to walk after her, but one of the guards closes the force field. "Kenzie..."

"What?" She wimpers, and holds her mouth. I don't know why, though. She's beautiful, even when she cries.

"Help. Me."

"How?"

I place both of my arms on the transparency, and lay my head against it.

Her feet dissapear from my vision. No. No! I look up at her. She starts to walk away. "Please!" I yell at her. Why is she leaving me? "Please..." I slide down to the floor, and begin to cry again. Please.