Promises In Mourning ☆ Gally - TST

Ms. Snores-A-Lot

"Is everyone okay?" Thomas whispers once the screams of those things faded away into the distance. 

"Yeah." 

"I guess." 

"Mhm."

"I think so."

"Yep."

"Mhm." 

Everyone replies, except for me. I stay silent staring at my feet that lay out in front of me. 

"Fin?" Newt asks. "Are you okay?" I feel everyone's gaze settle on me while I continue looking at my feet. 

"Fin?" Fry tries. I am too scared to say anything, do anything, or even move. I am too afraid that if I did so, those things would come back and do god knows what. I am too terrified of the bite mark that is now etched into my skin that is covered by my leather jacket. Everything that has happened has been too much for me to deal with. Trapped in that shucking maze. The gladers all dying. Ben and Chuck dying. Gally dying. Everyone dying! WCKD still holding us as their little lab rats and prisoners. My mom was still alive even after I had watched her shoot herself- correction; saw her on a recording shooting herself- and now we were attacked and almost eaten by those zombies, not zombie-looking things. And to add to it all, Jack is now dead too. I just want this all to stop. 

For everything to stop. 

I wish I was back in the glade with Gally. I wish I was back in the glade with Gally. I wish I was back in the glade with Gally, I repeated in my head over and over. 

My eyes filled with tears, though I did not let them fall. I mustered up my courage to speak instead.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I whisper, not moving my focus from my shoe-clad feet that I have taken great interest in. 

"We should get some sleep," Thomas speaks. Everyone nods silently and lay down as quietly as possible under the slab of concrete they were currently hiding under, they use their backpacks as pillows and jackets and sweaters as blankets. I, however, did not move. I sat there and stared at my feet while tears began to fall down my cheeks slowly. I cried quietly as thoughts overwhelmed my mind. At some point, sleep took over me and I had a very much-needed nap, regrettably, it was filled with nightmares of Gally getting the spear thrown into his chest by Minho. Him dying over and over and over as if someone had a remote and was pushing a replay button continuously.  

After what felt like an eternity of nightmares, I was wakened up to a soothing voice speaking. 

"Fin... Fin... Fin... Finnnnnn." They drawled out my name in a comforting voice, the tips of their fingers gently brushing my blonde, curly hair back from my face and tucking it behind my ear. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up to see Teresa looking down at me with the warmest smile. "Good morning, Ms. snores a lot." Teresa laughs lightly. 

"I didn't snore," I grumbled, sitting up from where I was laying down. I was laying beside Aris whose arm was stretched across my stomach and my head was resting up against a rock. "That is going to leave my neck sore for today." I send a glare at the rock, Teresa and a few others that were also awake chuckled. I carefully moved Aris' arm off of me so I could sit up fully. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stifled a yawn, stretching my arms and moving my neck a bit to try to ease the tight knots which causes it to let out a crack as the others grimaced at the sound. "And I thought the beds in the glade were uncomfortable." Once again, the others chuckle in understanding. 

"Are they gone?" Newt asks from where he sits. 

"Yeah. I think we're safe now." Thomas answers. "Okay, we should get moving." Thomas picks his bag up and stands from his spot. Winston groans out in pain and I realized the bandage that was wrapped around his torso was full of dark blood. I frowned, why does it look like that?