meet at wrong time

back at the beginning

I don't know what I got myself into. I'm back at where it began. Me, Thomas, gally and newt are all in guards outfits. The boys wearing masks me not. We are all set to pretend to be Teressa's guard, and it's no verry pretend for me since that's my actual job.

We enter an elevator and slowly move up. I tighten my grip on my gun. Before we left, the Gladers emptied my Amo so I couldn't shoot them. There gun are fully loaded, and they said if I tell anyone, they will shoot and then torture me. I'm not ready for that.

About 2 floors up the elevator come to a stop, and the doors opened to reveal Janson. I physically tensed. Janson clearly noticed because he gave me a confused look.

"Y/n, are you OK? You look on edge," Janson said, stepping in the elevator.

I gave him a soft smile and tied to relax a bit, "Yeah, I'm alright, just don't feel 100%."

He gave me a nod and faced the door, "Oh, and by the way, the boarder has spotted Thomas and the others earlier today, so keep an eye out and tell me if you see them."

I slowly move my head to the 3 boys in the elevator with us the turn back.

The elevator doors opened, and the boys and Teressa walked out, I stayed behind a bit. Whilst walking past Janson, I whispered, "There in front of you."

Janson quickly whispered back, "Why didn't you do anything?"

I shrugged my shoulder and quickly replied, "No ammo."

Janson quickly slipped a g]un in my hand. It was a small black Glock 17. He gestured to Infront of us as we both walked in front. His gesture was saying shoot them.

I raised my gun up to point at gally, who was on the left. I rap my finger around the trigger, and he slowly turns around. Now, with all eyes on me. I froze. I remember the time with Thomas. The connection. The kiss. The smooth words of trust. I pull the trigger and close my eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes, I missed. I hit the wall behind them. Janson grabbed my shirt and pushed me back into guards behind. Where did they come from? Don't ask.
Why didn't I take the shot it was my only chance.

Janson and a couple of guards shot at the group in front of use. Teressa quickly shoved to 3 back and shut the door. It instantly locked.

Janson slowly walked up to me, getting in my face. I try to wipe any concern or worry of my face as I see him approach.

"I'm sorry," I mumble.

"Sorry, doesn't cut it. You failed guards. Please take her to room 33, and I'll be there as soon as I sort out this situation."

Room 33 is the room where they do torcher like waterboarding and electric shocks and many more. I've only ever been in the room once because my father wanted to show me what happens if I ever decided I didn't want to do it anymore and turn against him.

2 guards grabbed my arms and pulled me away. They grip was strong.

They pulled me to the end of a hallway and opened the door to the room. They push me down in a chair. I slowly try and stand up, but a hand pushes my shoulder down hard. The guard yelled in my face, "Stay down, traitor."

"I didn't betray you," I yelled dark, but the two guards grabbed my arms and started strapping me down on the chair. Then they moved to my legs. I tried kicking them, but they grabbed me legs I could tell these to guards are muddle aged men and have been doing this for a long time.

One guard walked out probably to tell Janson that I'm secure in the chair.

The other one stood up in front of me, "Is that tight anothe."

I laughed and replied, "Too tight, can you lose it."

The guard grabbed the stap. He pulled it, making it tighter. My arm was squished against the chair and in terrible pain. It felt like the blood circulation was going to cut off if it hadn't already. I gritted my teeth whilst I watched the guard walk out.

Shit I am in shit Street. Please help me.
2 minutes later, Janson stormed in the room with the two guards from before behind him. But this time, one guard had a big plastic bucket of water in his hands.

"Dad, please, I didn't mean to. I didn't do anything wrong," I persuade fear sealing in my voice.

"Shut up, and I am not your dad anymore," Janson yelled as the guard placed the bucket on the table in front of me.

The guards slowly walked to my left and right. They both grabbed my shoulders, and top of my hair.

Janson gave them a brief nod. The guards began to push my head down. I tried keeping me head up and avoiding the feeling of loss of air. The two guard combined strength was too much. My neck was aching pushing against the hands until I couldn't anymore. I gave up and let my head go under. I try and stay calm not giving them the satisfaction. But the lack of oxygen seeped in and I began struggling her there grip. Water was slowly entering my lungs. I was going to die.

The hand quickly pulled me up just before I became unconscious. I gasped for breath and coughed up the water what went in my lungs before I looked into Janson's eyes. My Hurt, painful eyes met with my farther eye who looked amused and excited.

The guard pushed my head under once again. This cycle repeated about 7 times in till I grew to tied to struggle against there grip. The guards let go of me and my head dropped. I did even had the strength the keep me head up.

I feel the restrictions being taken of me wrist as my eyes are half shut. I was then suddenly frow to the floor. My bones ached and my head was pounding. My chest felt tight and the feeling of struggling for breathe never went away.

I looked up as I rolled on my back to see Janson toward over me.

"You are a disappointment just like your mother," he said as he booted me in the side.

My ribs made a sickening crack noise as his foot made contact.

"Please..." I struggled a let out weakly.

He stormed out the room living me laying there pain all over and barely able to move. the door swung open on there was the annoying brunette, Tressa and cutey Thomas. 

i was like 5 minutes but it felt like hours of waiting for life it drain out of me but the