"The Night We Met" Newt edition

Guilt

I slowly arose from my slumber opening my eyes, squinting for a moment to let my eyes adjust I heard blurry speeches once again "hey, I think she's waking up". Shuffling of feet hurried to my body while my eyes was soon met with brown orbs who stood above my body "Newt?", his concerned face flipped into a gleaming smile, putting his hand on my arm reassuring me "yeah...I'm here, I'm here". Exchanging a smile back to him, leaving his eyes to examine the area. I found Alby and I think Clint and Jeff on the other side of the bed "glad to have you back with us..." Alby spoke sternly with relief; Jeff went to reached for something on the side table of the bed. He took a step forward, revealing what he had in his hands "It's going to sting a little bit okay...", Jeff explained in the softest and calming way as possible. My eyes widened at the sharpness of the syringe that was seeable as it was now in front of my eyes.

I panicked with heavy breaths staring down at the syringe encountering my arms, breaking through the skin, into my veins. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking deep breaths every so often "it's alright..." Newt assured me rubbing soft circles on my forehand. Jeff lifted the syringe from my forearm after all the liquid was inside my body. I felt at ease just by the touch of Newt hand, I wanted to tell him everything I had just saw but. Would he believe me?

"What happened to Ben?" changing the subject so I wouldn't run my mouth. Newt sighed and dropped his head as if disappointment overtook him, not just disappointment...pain "you'll see..." Alby spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest. The while room seemed to have been swallowed whole by darkness, by a sadness that's eating away at them slowly.

*(TIME SKIP) *

I heard feet came rushing in, the brown curly headed Chuck stood before me catching his breath "it's Ben", I got up, swinging my legs over the bed onto the floor of the Med hut. I stood tucking my arm over my stomach because of the pain still struck me highly. As we both slowly got out of the hut, I saw a semi-circle surrounding the front of the maze doors, holding poles the balanced on the ground while they held them. I made it halfway when I saw the others catch eyes with me, especially Newts.

Chuck stopped halfway across the Glade, near the crowd of Gladers. I leaned my arm on his shoulder while I had my other across my stomach. The whole thing was suspenseful, everyone's face stern and some looking as if they're about to cry.

I kept my gaze on Newt's stern face, but he didn't look at me, he stared forward. I whipped my head to where they all were waiting for one person...Ben. He was struggling forward as he was pushed forward by Minho. I couldn't read Minho's face at all; it had a plain blank face that was unreadable.

"Minho...Minho please", Ben pleaded, gurgling under his breath every time he spoke. Minho didn't give in, he kept moving forward until they were encircled by the crowd. Minho forced Ben to the ground, as Ben collapsed on his knees with both hands in front, holding his body on the floor. He breaths heavily until he coughed up a substance. Black and gooey, seeping the leftovers out of his mouth. Just the look made me want to throw up.

"Please...don't do it", Ben cried as his body shook with fear. I heard the same click noise of the maze doors, feeling the air the that gushes out of the doors. I turned to Minho's face, and he expressed full of guilt and disgust. "POLES!" Alby shouted over the gust of wind, and the other's followed instructions, holding the poles towards Ben, like it was a threat. I covered my mouth, realizing Chuck was gone, walking away from the situation. I stepped closer, seeing blood dripping down from Ben's mouth to his lips, down his chin. Ben yelled and squealed trying to push through the enclosed poles that was surrounding him. He struggled and gave up allowing the maze doors to swallow his body inside the maze.

And he was gone, the last thing I heard was the echo of his last yelp before the doors closed on him. I felt guilt consume me, because maybe if I didn't get hurt this wouldn't have happened. The Gladers heads were facing me, and I covered my mouth with one hand still holding my wound that was covered. I looked for Newts face, but he didn't look at me. Was this all my fault? Is this why he can't bear to look at me?

Night arose from the light; I stayed in my hammock the whole time with Chuck next to me. We only had the torches and lanterns giving us brightness to see "Do you think he'll make it?". Chuck turned his head towards me, laid in my hammock with my arms slung across my stomach "Ben? No. He belongs to the maze now". I couldn't help but feel guilt, just remembering his face when those walls closed and the wailing that came from him. It was unforgettable. "Chuck is it my fault?", he shook his head "It's hard to explain. He got stung, and when they do...they become like that".

None of it helped whatsoever. Even the look on Newts face was unbearable, and it said everything that he felt "would...Ben still be alive if I didn't get hurt?". Chuck shook his head once again turning over on his hammock, falling asleep, while I just stare at nothing.