Him & I (Newtmas story)

Chapter 6: I'm Sorry

Hey guys, welcome to chapter 6 go Him & I!! Thanks for reading this far into this story, it means a lot. 😊 Thanks for making it this far! this chapter may be a bit longer, just letting y'all know. Anyways, away into the unknown of Chapter 6!

Newt's POV: 

I just stood there staring at the walls. I had just lost 2 of my closest friends and a boy who made me feel things I had never really felt before, in the span of 3 minutes. I had just lost all of them to the certain death that the maze promised. I ran up to the slabs, pounding on them, hoping somehow they'd open and all three would be right there on the other side. My attempts were fruitless, the slabs stayed shut, the sun was leaving the sky, streaking it with a plethora of colours, the moon shone its natural glow, life just seemed to go on. 

I couldn't deal with the fact that everything just seemed to move on and I was still standing still, trying to hit the pause button. I sprinted to the deadheads, not caring about who saw me, all I could think about was earlier, staying with Tommy back in the medhut. I was awake for little longer after he fell asleep. The only thing connecting me to him was the softness and warmth of his hand. It was so peaceful there with him, when the moon's soft, pale glow would fall over him, illuminating his face, I swear he would just sparkle and glow along with it. I reached out with my free hand and ruffled his dark hair, brushing it out of his face, being careful not to wake him. He sighed and then smiled, god, how pretty he looked when he smiled. 

And not I'll never get to see that beautiful smile of his again. And with that I collapsed onto the ground in the deadheads and cried, I cried and cried and cried, pleading with whoever was up in the sky to protect all of them, and just get Tommy back safe. I was shaking with sobs, too upset to notice the tremors rumbling through the glade, or when a new corner opened up, revealing what was soon to be the worst thing anyone in this glade has ever experienced. I didn't care, I would give anything to back with Tommy in the medhut, just us two, just humans being humans. As I thought of that,I just couldn't stop crying.  I eventually cried myself to sleep, my dreams tormenting me about Tommy. 

Thomas's POV:

I had slipped in my attempt at standing after making it into the maze and landed on the slick mud covered ground. I took in my surroundings, the ever fading light just barely illuminating the walls, covered in ivy, the walls ahead of us groaned and clicked. I looked over at the two boys trapped in here with me. Minho was panting, his clothing soaked in sweat. Alby was on the ground, still unconscious . 

"Congratulations, you've just killed yourself". Minho said. "Really dude, what were you thinking"? 

"I-I wasn't, well, I was, just, not all the way through." I said sheepishly, "What happened to Alby"? 

"What's it look like shuck face, he got stung". he said, clearly annoyed at my idiocy. 

I was really curious about it, the only other person that had been stung that I had seen was Ben. It was when he attacked me. They now kept him locked up in the pit until they decide what to do with him.

I carefully lifted Alby's shirt, revealing a wound on his stomach. Blueish-black veins were pulsing out from the wound. The veins had snaked their way all over the poor boy's body. Even though he was still out cold, his face was contorted in pain. I then realised that whatever had been in that venom that he was stung with, must have something extremely painful about its properties. I couldn't help but feel bad for the situation he was in.  

"What about his head"? I asked pointing to the dried blood crusted over a small wound on his right temple. 

Minho looked down at him, and then back up at me. "I did what I had to do". he said, and I understood what he meant.