So this is going to be based on my feelings, since I feel like I'm the shittiest place right now
and i just need to vent
I haven't updated in a while, but I'm on spring break right now, so I'll update more often...
so... this is going to be a newt imagine, bc i want it to be -snaps fingers in z formation-
and tysm for almost 1k reads, ily all
WARNING: THIS COULD BE A TRIGGER
CONTAINS SOME DEPRESSING STUFF
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I'd had enough of everything, the secrets, the rejection, the helpless running in that stupid maze...
My life, along with everything else in this stupid Glade didn't make sense.
It was too much stress to handle, and no one understood my struggle. I tried to fit in, but they were all boys, and I was a girl. It just didn't really work out, unless we were talking about other things...
The Runners had just exited the Maze, and closed the Map Room door with a loud bang. Everyone else was milling around, all busy with something, and not paying any attention to me. I grabbed my knife, and slipped into the shadows of the Maze.
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I walked along the walls for a while, always turning right. It was around dusk now, and the doors would be closing soon. I wanted to go back, but I knew I couldn't, I would just go insane. Just thinking about going back to that hellhole brought tears to my eyes, blurring my vision. I sat down, grabbing my knife.
I know I shouldn't do it, but it could help. Dragging the knife across my wrists, I choked out a sob. The pain was almost unbearable, but yet somehow soothing. Letting the blood run, I just sat there and cried, big fat, hot tears, contemplating my life.
There was no way, I was returning to the Glade, with those horny teenage boys, I'd be better off dead.
Dead.
The word rang out in my mid, over and over. Walking over to the Wall, I climbed the ivy. I climbed and climbed, not looking down. I was almost to the top when, I heard someone call my name. Looking down, I saw that blonde British kid standing at the foot of the wall, yelling at me to come down.
"Come down before you bloody hurt yourself, love."
I shook my head no.
Just now realizing how high up I had climbed, I froze in place. I was afraid of heights.
Trying to turn around, towards the wall, I lost my footing, slipping down. Luckily, I caught a piece of ivy before I slid down any further.
"(Y/N), just please. Come down, you could kill yourself up there."
"That's the whole point."
His faced turned a ghostly white after hearing my comment. He started climbing up towards me, causing me to climb higher. The further up he moved, the further up I climbed.
I finally reached a ledge. I sat down, giving myself a final few seconds.
I could finally put an end to this nightmare. I'd be in a better place.
I leaned over the ledge, and with a final goodbye to Newt, I fell.
The world blurred around me, and the wind blew through my hair. I felt free.
And then the world went black.
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I'm writing a part two probably.
Okay, so I haven't been updating bcause 1.) I feel like crap
and 2.) Everytime I go to write, I blank. I'm sorry, I just can't think of anything to write about.
Oh, I'm starting a 5SOS fanfic.
I have the first chapter written in my notebook, but I still have to edit it, and make a cover for my story.
...
Bye.
Love you guys.
A Lot.
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Maze Runner Imagines/ Preferences
RandomMaze Runner Imagines ft. Thomas, Newt, and Minho written by grungememes and missevangelene enjoy :)) Disclaimer: I do not own The Maze Runner, James Dashner does. I will be using his characters and setting.