Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

Just An Essay (Brenda)

It's a cycle. A vicious, vicious cycle. I sit down to do whatever it is I'm supposed to do, my head blanks on how to do the most basic task until I've stared at a well for three hours, I panic due to lack of time, and just give up completely. Even though I can't actually sleep because my heart is racing and my head is filled with thoughts of my future being completely destroyed from this one thing. Then, I'm gonna be on edge and snappy until I get it done, but I can't get it done, because my brain decides this super important thing means nothing. I know it's important though, so now I have to panic and try and make my brain realize that. But it does, and I don't think it'll ever be capable of that.

I stared at the computer. The one that had the same amount of words as yesterday. Which would be sixteen. Only four hundred and eighty four more to go.

I just have to type. I just have to transfer the information from my brain to my computer. I'm smart. I know it so it should be easy.

Why isn't it easy? Why can't I just make myself do the assignment?

Groaning, I slammed my head on the table, pulling at my hair. My knee bounced up and down almost violently, shaking the entire desk. Something that only built up more damn frustration.

I can't do this. I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this!

Taking a shaky breath, I raised my head, my hands balling into fists. Closing my eyes, I counted to three, making sure to tune in on my senses. Exactly like Jorge taught me.

Sighing, I opened the drawer, grabbing the stress ball. Leaning back in the chair, I squeezed it as hard as I could before unlocking my phone. Knowing where her contact was but heart, I clicked the call button.

It rang for maybe three times before she picked up, greeting me with a what's up.

"I can't do this anymore. I just-I can't do this,"I sighed, placing my phone down and rubbing my forehead.

"Have you had your meds?"

"I haven't had time. I mean I have, but I haven't. There's just . . . no time. No time but too much, and I have to get this done. But I can't get it done, because I don't have my meds, and my brain won't work. It barely works with them,"I ranted.

"Dad?!"She called.

"Yeah?!"He asked from what I'm assuming is the other one.

"Y/N needs her meds!"

"Which ones?!"

"Which ones do you need?"She checked.

"Adhd ones."

"The adhd ones!"

"On it! Tell her I say hi!"

"She can hear you!"

"Hi, Jorge!"I greeted, figuring I may as well join in.

"Hi!"

"We'll drop 'em by in a minute,"She promised.

"Thank you. I just-I have to get this stupid essay done. I want to. I've just-I haven't been able to do anything but stare at it."

"Have you remembered to eat anything?"

"Yes. I just . . . can't stomach anything,"I trailed off, knowing I couldn't lie to her.

"You want your usual?"

"Please?"

"We'll be there soon."

"Thank you. I-I love you,"I promised.

"I love you too. Don't worry about it, okay? It'll be over before you know it."

I am worried about it. I'm very, very worried about it.

I have them though. I have my girlfriend and her unofficial dad so it's at the very least bearable.