Maze runner one shot requests

Gun---Newt imagine

Tw for mention of guns, suicide

"Newt! Just- I can't even!"

You stood in the bergs main room, Newt opposite to you, your fists clenched.

Newt stared at you in disbelief.

"(Y/N), you're not being reasonable!"

You took a step closer to Newt.

"I'm being perfectly reasonable!"

Newt put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"(Y/N), please calm down."

You slapped Newt's hand away.

"You calm down!"

Newt drew his hand back, stunned. Newt's eyes stared, his mouth tightening into a grim and straight line.

You stared at Newt, before you turned and ran.

As you ran tears came, because of what you had done to Newt, to everyone.

You ran into your small cabin in the berg, closing the door behind you, before collapsing onto your bed.

You propped your elbows on your knees, your head in your hands, as the tears followed the burning rage.

That was always how the flare affected you.

The pure red-hot burning range, followed by the drowning pure sadness.

You stop crying abruptly, sitting up straight, and peeled back your sleeve.

There it was.

You cringed at the black spiderwebs tangling up and down your arm.

Your heart plummeted when you actually saw the veins spreading up your arm.

You shrieked, part of it was actual fright, the other part the flare.

You batted at your arm -that part you were sure was the flare- like you were trying to put out a fire on your clothes.

You finally regained full control of your mind again, throwing yourself down on the bed, tears trickling down your face.

You knew it would only be a few days before you lost all control, and you would be like one of those mindless cranks you had seen in the city.

Crank.

You would be a crank.

No, you were a crank.

You were one.

A knock on the door sounded, and you jumped up off the bed, startled and slightly scared.

The flare had all but destroyed your nerves, and you were more jumpy than ever.

"Ah- What? Who is it?"

Newt's voice came floating through the door.

"(Y/N)? It's me, it's Newt. You okay?"

You sighed, slowly sitting back down on the bed.

Newt opened the door, sitting down next to you.

He put a hand on your back, gently rubbing up and down.

"Are you okay?"

You started to speak, shouting at first without meaning to.

"No! No! I- I mean. . .No, I don't think I am okay."

Newt pulled back slightly, and you looked down, ashamed of how you had lost control.

"What is it? What's wrong?"