Jealousy // Gally x reader

Chapter Twelve - The Banishment

No Time To Die – Billie Eilish

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As we walk through the glade, I make sure that Chuck is nowhere near the maze doors. Thankfully, I can see his back facing them, he's fiddling with something on his hammock. My eyes turn back to the rest of the boys, creating a semi-circle, all waiting to push me into my certain death.

I kneel as I face the doors, Minho cutting my restraints, just as he did to Alex, and he throws my bag inside the doors. I look around, my vision dizzies with fear. I couldn't believe they'd done this. They were supposed to be my friends. I decide to keep up my tough facade and return to the familiar action of not letting them see me cry. I wouldn't waste a tear on those deserters.

All I manage to see, is a group of traitorous, backstabbing boys, and of course, Gally. "I'll miss you, Gally." I say under my breath, hoping he, and only he, hears it.

"Poles up." Alby commands. I scoff and stand, facing them all. "No need, I'm not going to bother fighting. I hope you liars all rot in hell, except Gally and Chuck." I spit, winking at Gally as I turn, pick up my pack, and run (limp quickly) into the maze, alone. The doors close swiftly after my entrance. I hope my powerful exit from their lives was entertaining.

As I run, I feel surprisingly free, letting tears fall, but not daring to make noise. I keep running, the wind rustling my hair, and for a second, I manage to forget the exceptional pain that's leaking from my carved ankle.

It all rushes back as I hear a high-pitched, ear-bleeding scream.

A griever.

I deduct that the smartest thing to do would be to hide. I search endlessly, through the confusing twists and turns of the maze, trying my best to remember the path Minho had marked in the map rooms. Of course, that's impossible, and I'm just limping blindly.

I just run. And keep running. Letting all my thoughts trail behind me.

I almost fall when I stop abruptly, frozen in fear as I can hear a metal contraption scurry near me, only about one turn away. I duck beneath the covers of a wall of vines, pressing myself as far into the wall as possible.

Through a small gap, I notice the creature's spindly legs weave down the passage, moving creepily slow. I feel something tickling me from beneath the vines, and quickly pick it up, noticing a beetle blade.

It seemed to be accompanying the large animal, meaning that it obviously wouldn't get hurt if I didn't keep it with me. I placed it back down, and it crawled out from the vines, moving further down the passage, followed by the griever.

What just happened?

It was like they noticed me but didn't care. That couldn't have fazed me less, I was just grateful I wasn't dead yet. I sit there for about an hour, carving my name into the wall with a small knife I had forgotten was tucked in the back of my belt. I dug through Minho's ruck sack, finding two small granola bars, and a flimsy blanket, really just one piece of cloth that barely covered my legs.

My outfit was the same as usual, except I had the smarts to layer it with an, almost see through, light long sleeve button-up. It was barely a second skin but left me with some feeling of comfort as my arms were no longer bare. I bit into the granola bar, ripping half of it from the wrapper, and sink into my blanket, not daring to fall asleep.

After about three hours, the sun has set, and my limbs start to cramp up. I stand up, thinking that I'll just go on a few laps of my corner. As I abandon my hiding spot, I immediately regret it. The creature turns my corner, at perfect timing, and begins chasing me down. I obviously am not going fast due to my ankle, and swiftly meet a dead end.