Her Anchor || Newt - Maze Runner

Part 9 - Am I hallucinating?

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What the fuck?

I shut my eyes and shook my head, trying to get rid of the glow. When I opened my eyes up again the orange was gone and replaced with y/e/c.

What just happened? Am I imagining shit now?

I closed my eyes and took deep breathes, while thinking about deep orange glow my eyes once were. My mind wandered back to the terrifying dream.

Was that really me in that forest? Who was the body? Why was I there? HOW WAS I ON FIRE??

When I reopened my eyes the orange had returned.

Maybe if I go back to sleep, I will be alright.

I exited the bathroom and groggily got under the warm covers of my large bed. I tried going to sleep but the dream was vivid in my mind. Eventually I fell into a dreamless sleep.

~Morning~

I slowly opened my eyes as I was shaken awake by someone, holding my shoulder, hovering over me.

'Wake up Y/n' whisper yelled the person which I could tell was Frypan. I swatted his hand away from my shoulder as I slowly rose from my bed. 'Took you long enough'

'Shut up Fry'

He left my hut allowing me to get ready for the day. As I entered the bathroom, I looked over at the mirror. I thought of the dream again and sure enough the orange glow had returned.

I better be hallucinating right now.

I hate to admit it but after that dream, seeing that it could be a memory, I got scared. Not of what happened but I got scared of myself. I was scared that I would not be able to control myself. I was scared that I would hurt my friends. The only way to not hurt my friends is to not be around them in the first place. I hated that idea but it needed to be done. I had to distant myself from them.

I had a shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed, preparing for a long day ahead of me. I made my way to the kitchen just as the sun started rising. The walk to the kitchen is not very long but I cherish it. Besides sleeping it is the only time I'm alone in the Glade. I turned the door knob of the kitchen to see Frypan already in there, whisking a batter.

'Y/n would you mind creating some more pancake batter' asked Frypan. I hummed in response. Usually when we are making breakfast, it is joyful and chatty but today it was quiet and depressing. It hurt not being able to talk but I know that it is what needs to be done.

'Whats wrong Y/n/n?' asked Frypan, his voice filled with concern and worry.

'Nothing' I said quickly not wanting to have the conversation. Frypan put down his spatula and made his way to be. He grabbed my hands forcing me to put down my own spatula and look at him.

'I know when you are lying. What is wrong?' questioned Frypan again. I looked at the the floor unable to look my best friend in the eye. I knew that I couldn't lie to him so I decided to tell him the truth.

'This is going to sound crazy and dumb and just really unbelievable but I need you to trust and believe me. Last night I had a dream, a really strange one. Basically I was walking into the forest, carrying a dead body. It was burnt. We arrived into this kind of clearing, there were all these either burnt bodies. I set the body down next to some others and then my eyes glowed a deep orange and then I burst out into flames. Like I was on fire. It sounds crazy but I think it was a memory because when I woke up my eyes were like this.' I glowed my eyes and looked up at him. I shifted my glaze back to the floor, scared to hear his response.

'Wait, so your eyes can glow orange? You are produce fire? What are you?' asked Frypan, making sure to keep his tone gentle

'I don't know.'

'Hey Y/n? Look at me. It will be ok. We are going to figure out what you are ok?'

I nodded my head, in response before returning to my cooking. It felt better telling someone about it but it still didn't feel real. We spent the rest of the time in the kitchen talking with the occasional joke about how much easier it would be to cook pancakes if I could make fire. I still can't believe how well he accepted the situation.

'Oh my gosh!' screamed Frypan. I dropped my flipped and rushed across the room to Frypan.

'What are you ok?' I asked, worry filling my voice.

'Your eyes can glow orange, you can produce fire and you carry dead bodies to a clearing right? You are a harbinger of death, the guardian of the supernatural world. You are a hellhound.'

Hellhound.

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