The First Greenie (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 10: What's Wrong With Me

*Trigger warning: panic attack and self-harm* Please do not read if you get triggered by these things. Please get help if you do self harm. If you cant get help (therapy or professional someone ) I'm always here if you need someone to talk. My snapchat is @zoe_robichaud07 or dm on Wattpad. <33

Also this is a longer chapter then usual. ok bye!...

-Y/n P.O.V.-

I woke up once more. Thankfully on my own this time.

I might have gone a little hard on the Greenie, he didn't know what was happening and I just yelled at him.

I'll say sorry later.

Right now, I'm deciding if I want to get up or stay in bed all day.

I hear a noise coming from my stomach telling me I need to eat, so I decide to get up from my bed. I then realize that I wasn't in my bed last night I slept on the floor and Greenie slept in my hammock. What am I doing in my hammock now? I guess one of the boys must have put me in here? I don't know, maybe I'll ask them later, but now I'm going to go get food before my stomach implodes.

I get closer to the kitchen I hear mumbling "-Talk to her some when she wakes up again, yeah?" I hear Alby say when I get closer.

I then hear Greenie mumble something under his breath but I cut him off by walking in and saying; "Talk to her about what?".

After a small moment of awkward of silence and them just staring at me occasionally glancing at each other I decide to break the silence. "Hello?"

"Hey, Chipmunk." Alby greeted me pulling me into a small hug. "You hungry?" he asked me looking down at me.

"Always" I reply feeling my stomach grumble once again. "What's for breakfast Albs?" I ask jokingly, knowing full well it will be the same thing as usual in this place; apple and bread.

"You already know y/n." he said to me while handing me exactly the same thing as every day. Bread and fruit.

I sigh and sit down next to the Greenie. "So, what are we doing today then?" I ask mostly Alby.

"i was thinking we just set up Greenie here into the glade and then maybe tomorrow if you're up for it we um... we-" he pauses.

"We what, Alby? Tell me, come on." I say impatiently.

"The Maze, y/n. I was thinking we could try going again since we're 3 now?" he said but it sounded more like a question.

My breath hitched a little when I heard him saying I would have to go back in there. "umm... Yeah." I started getting dizzy and got up. "Excuse me. I'm going to-um..do... Something... Sorry"

I walk out of the kitchen and head to my things in homestead. Once I get there, I sit on my hammock and try and get the dizzy feeling to leave, but it won't. I pull my knees to my chest and put my hands on my face. I try to calm down and take deep breaths but nothing is working. My chest starts to tighten and I feel my palms start to sweat, my breathing getting short and quick.

I close my eyes tightly trying not to think of anything but my breathing but it doesn't work. If anything, it made it worse.

I start getting flashes of images some that I recognize from that night with the Greever, some not.

A strange woman in a white coat. She was maybe in her mid 50's with blond hair and blue-green eyes. She had a clip board in hand and the only thing I heard her say was "Remeber, y/n, Wicked is good." in a evil-ish voice.

Then my vision flashes to a young man and woman. They looked about my age and had the same outfit as before.

"Thomas, please! Why are you doing this!" I hear myself yell.