Daughter Of The Glade (A TMR Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: Gunshot

A/N: I apologize in advance...

Madeline screamed in terror as insanity took over her suddenly. Peter's limp body was on top of her, bleeding profusely.

"Peter!" Madeline rolled over, causing the boy's body to tumble off her. Madeline shot her head up and looked right at Thomas.

He held a gun in his hand pointed at Peter, shaking, a look of unidentifiable rage twinkling in his eyes.

"What are you doing?!" Madeline screamed. Thomas stood frozen in place, still holding the gun, ready to shoot again.

"If he moves I shoot, and next time, in the head." He said. Madeline gave him a look before turning her gaze to the floor at Peter, who was half unconscious, clutching his stomach where the bullet had hit.

"Peter..-"

"Don't worry... my dad will find me. I will come get you, I know how to save you, Maddie." Peter said. Soon after he did, he went unconscious, causing Madeline to freak out slightly. Blood soaked his shirt, running down onto the floor. At this sight, Madeline froze, staring at the dark crimson liquid.

"Madeline let's go." Thomas called after her. She didn't move an inch.

"Madeline!" Thomas repeated a little louder. She wouldn't budge.

The blood that was spilling from Peter's wound instantly reminded her of his first death all those years ago.

"Maddy! We got to bloody get out of here!" Newt yelled. Madeline was a time bomb. Her brain was revving up, waiting to snap at any given moment. If the boys kept talking, she was going to explode. At this point in time, she was officially unable to control her attacks. When they went off, chaos occurred and she couldn't stop herself.

No one moved when they realized what was happening. It was silent. The only sound was Madeline's shaky breath and Peter's suffering one. She whimpered every once in a while, signaling she was in pain. The blood of Peter slowly slipped into the cracks of the floor, spreading out. Image after image, after vision and replay of Peter's death from years ago hit Madeline over and over and over and-

"Madeline!" Thomas yelled.

She snapped.

"SHUT UP!!" Madeline screamed, rising to her feet with such force that the other boys stepped back. "Do you have any idea what's going on?!" She started to strut towards the Gladers, her eyes losing all hope of sanity inside.

Thomas put his hands up in surrender as he and the other boys backed up every time Madeline inched closer.

"Madeline you don't know what you're doing-"

"Everyone says that! Everyone! I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm dying! I'm done!" The girl pulled her broken wrist into her chest and held it tightly.

"I'm so done with being tortured every night." She sneered. "I'm so tired, of being attacked, every moment of every day. I am never calm. I may not always be experiencing a tantrum, but that doesn't mean I'm not suffering mentally!" She shrieked with a voice that threw chills down everyone's spines.

"Get out of here!" She suddenly screamed, throwing her good hand out in front of her.

"Go! Let me die! I don't have long! Not long at all... not at all.." Her voice trailed off as she suddenly stumbled backwards, her eyes rolling back into her head. Thomas inched forward to try and catch her if she fell, but she snapped back out of her daze and shot a deadly look at him, her eyes dark and threatening.

Thomas froze and put his hands back up in the air.

"Madeline, listen to me, Wicked will be here any second and they will capture us-"

"Oh so you know it's Wicked too?" Madeline let out a shrill laugh. "Shocking, huh? We should have always known.." She whispered.

"Madeline.." Thomas said, his voice threatening her.

"What?!" Madeline screamed. "She's lost her mind.." Frypan murmured. Madeline heard and smiled at him, but didn't reply.

She suddenly looked to her left, to see a mirror attached to the wall. She noticed her own reflection and immediately did a double take, her face contorting into pure shock as she observed herself. Her skin was pale as snow, her dark brown eyes bloodshot and puffy. Dark bags were formed underneath her psychotic eyes and she noticed her entire body shaking. The veins in her arms were slightly bulging out and she looked like she was disease stricken.

In fact... she was. She blinked a few times before looking up at the Gladers, still in pure shock.

"Get out of here..I won't make it out alive." She said weakly, her voice cracking with sadness.

Each one of the Gladers shook their heads along with the tall boy Madeline had never seen.

"We aren't leaving without you." Newt said softly.

"Yeah... you're a friend- No, more than that... you're our sister." Minho said. Tears streamed down Madeline's pale face.

"You don't understand.." She shook her head. Her whole body was shaking so hard, that whimpers escaped her mouth on accident.

"It's over." She whispered. Tears uncontrollably fell down her face as she clutched her hands close to herself.

"I don't..." Thomas shook his head in confusion.

"I've always loved you Thomas. Please know that." Madeline cried. Thomas looked at her softly. The boys all glanced at each other in fear and confusion.

And in that moment, after five years of suffering... Madeline let go, falling to the floor, and instantly leaving the world that was hardly worth living in the first place.