It had been months since her last attempt. Practically everyone knows what that meant.
She was going to break soon. They weren't sure when. The weren't sure how. They just knew that they needed to be prepared to get her to the cellar without being seen. They had to fix her up and put her back as if nothing happened.
In hindsight, letting her have that glass of water, especially since they knew what happened last time, was a mistake. A huge one.
She wasn't a little girl anymore. She was just a teenager who desperately needed help and for them to see that she was never a weapon. She was just someone who wanted to give her some kind of love. The kind of love Aris had given her. Even if she didn't remember it, she just knew that that was all she craved.
They had just convinced her she didn't need it.
They also probably shouldn't have let her watch Group B through the monitors. Not when she seemed to focus on Aris and Aris alone. Not when she got this unwanted glint in her eye every time she saw him. Not when she got something close to an actual smile whenever she saw much as caught a glimpse of him.
She wasn't thinking about that in that moment. Not on the surface.
She just knew that she was done.
Smashing the cup on the ground, she just bent down and collected the pieces. Staying completely calm, she slashed her wrists as if it was normal. She merely stared as the blood dripped while wondering if she would hit a vein. At this point it was a game. Would she get to live? Would it kill her? Who's to say?
Finally looking at the monitors, Janson cursed as he pressed the button made just for her. Kind of. Every special experiment had their own sound. After all, this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Not with what they had done to them. If the Maze groups had it bad, these ones had the nearest thing to death, every single day, and most of them didn't even know it. She certainly didn't.
Bursting into her room, they pulled her up by her arms and legs. Letting them drag her, she just closed her eyes as she kept mumbling his name.
"I knew we shouldn't have put her close to him. Just one time, and she goes and pulls this. What did I say? I said let her keep forgetting him, but no. They just had to try and make her react after years,"He grumbled to himself. Reaching for his walkie, he demanded that they erase every trace of him.
Pulling her down the stairs, they carefully restrained her in case she tried to run again. Bandaging her arms, they mixed the ingredients to get rid of the marks while someone held her still. Putting a needle in her neck, they watched her slip unconscious as she silently prayed for it to finally be over.
It would never be over.
Your P.O.V
At breakfast Aris was off. For one, he was paler than usual. Two, the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have gotten worse overnight. Three, he wouldn't even look at his meal. Four, he was dead silent. I may not know much about emotions, but I was far from stupid. I can tell usually when someone's off. Somehow.
"What's wrong?"I asked, just for him to immediately flinch at the sound of my voice. Cocking my head to the side, I looked him over again.
"Didn't sleep,"He muttered, rubbing his temple with his hands.
"Headache?"I guessed.
"Right now, yes."
"Okay. I'll be right back."
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Don't worry. I'll see you later,"I promised, managing a smile that I was almost certain actually looked normal before turning around. Walking out of the cafeteria, I ignored the few workers I passed by in the halls. Staring straight ahead, I focused on keeping my usual blank and apparently intimidating stare as I simply told a guard I was leaving. With him shifting away in discomfort, he gave me a nod before pointing to the door. With that same look, I left, going to the place I never needed but would still be able to get into.
Aris's P.O.V
She stresses me out. She really, really stresses me out. Plus, with the way I knew what the actual first floor was now and how I could barely close my eyes, I was so done with life.
She's still all I got though. That, and she's not bad to be around when she's not revealing horrifying basements covered in blood or shoving me in small spaces.
Still, as she walked away without an actual explanation for who knows what, I laid my head on the table and put my hood up. Partly because of the bright lights, partly because she was right when she said people would pay attention to me now, and partly because there was nothing else to do.
"Hey, loner boy?"He asked, walking over the very second I was trying to tune everybody out.
"I have a name,"I mumbled, not glancing up at the familiar but irritating voice.
"I know. You told me last time."
Not validating him with a response, I kept my head on the table and shut my eyes.
"Guard girl-"
"Her name's Y/N,"I interrupted, sick of all the nicknames.
"She's got secrets. One's she won't tell you."
"I'm sure she does."
"Big ones too."
"And I suppose you want me to get all defensive and tell you she would never hide anything from oh so special me, right?"I sighed, getting it over with and looking him up and down, also able to see his friends listening in behind him. Creeps.
"Or wait? Am I supposed to fall to my knees and beg to know what you're talking about? Maybe I should be getting absolutely furious and go after her to demand answers because some random boy who doesn't even use our names said so? Should I be kissing your feet for you letting me know someone doesn't want anyone to know every last detail of their life? Is that what you want?"
"I'm just trying to help,"He defended, his face as red as his hair.
"I don't need your help. What I need is to be left alone."
"You gave up being left alone when you wanted to be seen with her,"He snapped, standing up.
"You know what? I'd rather be with her than people who talk about me like I'm not here,"I shot back, doing the same. With the expected whispering starting, I glared at the boy and everybody else. "Yeah. I'm talking about all of you. I hear you sticks tell the new guys about me,"I pointed out, specifically fixating on the group in the corner with the newest Maze. "And by the way, I'm not a creep. Just because some of you don't know how to talk to girls without wanting to be with them doesn't mean I'm some kind of womanizer. So how about everyone shut up, leave me alone, and stop reminding me that all of my friends are gone? Or would that make you too decent of a human, you pricks?"I insulted. I mean if I'm going to be given attention against my will, I may as well tell them what they should know, right? I'm already in the spotlight so what's the point in not making them as uncomfortable as they always make me? Because clearly keeping my head down isn't an option anymore so why should I just keep going through hell? I've already got enough of that in my life.
"You know what? If you want to be with a freakshow, fine. When you're her next victim though, I'll be there to say I told you so."
"Oh what? Did she react to you being a douche too?"
"At this point, you deserve what she's going to end up doing to you."
Her helping me break out and being my friend? Yeah. I do.
"Great. I'm looking forward to it."
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Experiment 101 (Aris x Reader)
FanfictionY/N's life is simple seeing as there aren't any emotions to complicate it. As a child WCKD ripped her away from her family. From there they did every new experiment imaginable. She was the ultimate test subject. All because she didn't seem to react...
