I Fell For You - Newt imagine

Part 26 (don't have to read)

A/n: please read this a/n. I am furious with this, I wrote two more chapters and they got deleted. I do remember writing them, because I remember finishing this book and asking if people wanted a sequel. I apologize for that in advance. Now the ending may be bad because I don't really like writing this story anymore but I'll finish it and try not to make it to sloppy.
Btw in this story it mentions y/h/c (your hair colour)
Y/l/n (your last name)
There will also be mention of your worst fear, but it's just something I made up.
Its short too

Wattpad has been acting weird for me, it delete and now it's back. So this is just going to be a part that isn't necessarily important. You can read it if you want.
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You stood there, your eyes trailed upon the ugly beast that stood in front of you. It roared in your face. You didn't care, you were tired of running, being afraid. You were sick of killing these disgusting creatures. You spread your arms apart, accepting your fate. You felt the needle hit your stomach. It was odd that you didn't instantly go unconscious, you fell back. Your body collided with the cement, you felt the blood slowly leaking out of the new injury. Everything in your vision was blurring, your eyes refused to go into focus. The Griever walked away, like nothing had happened. A scream was heard throughout corridors of the maze, you watched as a burry teenager rushed to your side. Searching you for injuries. You could not hear a thing, it was silent except for the faint sound of Thomas yelling for you to stay awake. Your eyes at last fluttered closed, the darkness consumed you.
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A little girl with y/h/c stood before you. She was sitting on a stool in front of her class. There were no windows in the room, children stared at the girl in the front of classroom. Half of the class was empty, fimilar faces were shown throughout the class, but they were more kidish and not fully developed.
"Miss Y/L/N, now could you please tell me your worst fears." Said a man with a white lab coat. She turned her head towards the man, catching a glimpse of him and looked back on all the different faces.
"I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!" She said with her hands fidgeting, they were slightly laid relaxed on her lap. She continued on, "you see, nothing is as it seems. Which it very difficult to cooperate with. The flare is not what is seems it is, you're looking at it from a wrong angle. Take another look and use a different perspection, than you might be able to develope a cure for what madness that lays beyond in your he'd but never shows itself until now." She exclaimed, still not answering the mans question. "Now for the question itself is not what I fear, but what I trepidation. Nobody fears it, they fear that it may happen. What I fear to come is that I will become broken and lost. I wish for nobody to feel such a way as depression. Now may I please go home? I have to go comfort my mother. She is still going through depression because my father became a Crank." She said simply.

Black slowly consumed you and the memory faded.