Y/n's dream
A sharp knock rattles against the tough wooden door, echoing through the plain room that was beginning to drive me insane. "Y/n?" A young voice calls from the other side. Younger me rubs my eyes, obviously having just been crying, and crawls towards the door, kicking it hard.
"Let me out!" I shout, pounding aggressively as the figure's shadow takes a step away. "Y/n, I just wanted you to know I'm sorry." I drop to my knees, peeking below the small gap to see Teresa staring back at the door.
"Go away, I hate you." I spit, standing up and pressing my back against it. "Please y/n, I really am sorry."
"Then say it."
"What?"
"Say what you're sorry for."
"What do you mean?"
"Apologise for sending the boy I love to his almost certain death. You know only 6 of them have survived so far Teresa." She stays silent, shifting her weight and cowering behind the wall that separates us.
"Y/n, it's been three weeks, you have to realise soon that he's just a subject." She pleads, her voice filled with pity and sympathy. How could she say that? Just subjects? I squeeze my eyes shut, trying desperately to hold onto every detail of Gally; his face, his personality, the little things he used to do to make me laugh. She was speaking about what happened as if I was holding a grudge, not sectioning myself off from inhumane monsters that send children to die.
"Y/n, he was just a subject." She repeats, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I try to be tough, but I feel like I want to scream until my voice hurts and never stop.
"How can you say that? Surely you don't really believe it." I scream at her, bashing on the door once again to try and relieve my anger.
"Y/n-"
"No, I don't care. I'm fine." But I wasn't. No matter how hard younger me tries, she just can't let it go. I don't hold enough strength for forgiveness, and even if I did, the girl on the other side of that door committed actions that are utterly unforgiveable.
As she pleads with me, I stay silent, squinting my eyes closed and imagining the things I could've done to save him. Maybe if I'd told her about it earlier, I could've convinced her that he's just a child, or maybe I could've argued with her, finally gotten her to see some sense.
I hope I made her feel guilty, that maybe, someday, her being a little fucking sorry for what she's done won't just be a fantasy.
Why would she do this?
How could anyone be so unhappy that they could do this?
I know I'm not exactly a saint, but I might as well be when you compare my antics to what these awful 'doctors' have done. I grasp my hair in my hands, bashing my head against my knees, trying to remove Gally's terrified expression from my weak mind. What did I do to deserve this?
I burst into tears, loud wails escaping my lips. I don't even care if anyone hears, I don't have enough energy to stop them. I've completely crumbled, rocking back and forth with my back resting against my bed.
The door flies open, and Teresa bursts in, a worried expression tainting her traitorous face.
"Get out!" I screech at her, my voice hoarse with tears. I try to be mean, but it just takes too much vitality, and I return to sobbing with my knees tucked into my chest. She walks over to me, slowly, and sits beside me, wrapping me into her arms.
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Jealousy // Gally x reader
Fanfiction"You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me?" - Jealous, Eyedress This book follows the story of Gally and y/n (you) on their journey as they fall in love. It blends the storyline of Maze Runner books and movies, straying more...
