Forget (A Maze Runner/Newt Fanfiction)

33-No Feelings

Ky's POV:

I scarf down the sandwich, calming my rumbling stomach. Downing the water, I turn to face my inquisitive friends, leaving the pear on my lap.

"What do you want?" I ask.

They all just stare at me.

"Please, speak now or forever hold your peace", I snap, not understanding their lack of speech. "I mean, really, have you all forgotten how to talk?"

"Ky....", Chuck whispers.

I give him a pointed look.

"What the hell is your problem?" Minho asks.

I sigh and stand, the pear rolling to the ground, and look at all of them.

"Why do you care? And why does it matter?"

"Ky! Bloody hell! Gally got banished and you totally lost it. You had a mental breakdown or something, I'm not really sure. But we were all worried sick about you. We took you to the Medjacks and in the morning, you were just gone. You had disappeared without a bloody word. And now that you came back, you're acting like....like a...." Newt trails off.

"A bitch", Minho finishes.

"Yes, a bitch", Newt sighs. "What happened to the sweet, funny Ky we love? What happened to the Ky I fell in love with?"

"She's gone", I say.

I grab my empty bottle and shove past them, heading back to the kitchen. I refill the bottle and place it back in the refrigerator for later. Then, I walk to the center of the Glade and plop down on the grass in silence.

"I'm not sure I like this very much, WICKED", I say out loud. "I don't know what you did to me, but I think you should undo it. You've made my friends not like me anymore. They called me a bitch for goodness sakes. Newt hates cursing!" I huff.

As expected, the clouds stay silent and a booming voice explaining everything doesn't suddenly appear from the heavens.

"This is going to be fun..." A tired voice mutters from behind me.

I ignore the approaching Glader and lean back on my hands, shutting my eyes.

"Hey, Ky", the boy says.

I continue to ignore him.

"Um...Ky what's up with you? What happened back there?"

Still nothing. I hear him sigh.

"Newt is devastated. He...he doesn't know what to do with himself. He's been laying in his hammock, motionless, since...whatever just happened."

"Oh, so for five minutes? I don't think there's anything to worry about."

I can practically hear the boy's jaw drop.

"Ky!" he exclaims, surprised at my lack of compassion. "You and Newt are in love! What the hell happened to you when you left?"

"Were", I state, my eyes still closed. A breeze ruffles my hair.

"What?"

"Were, Chuck. We were in love."

Again, his shocked silence is the only reply.

"Chuck, I'm not really sure exactly what they did to me. All I know is that I didn't feel excited to see you guys when I came back up in that box. I wasn't scared when I woke up all alone in the dark. I didn't feel anything, not love or calm or butterflies in my stomach, when I saw Newt again. There was nothing. I wasn't angry when Minho called me a bitch. I'm not sad that Newt is hurting, which is something that would usually upset me I think, but I don't even clearly remember what being upset is like...Nothing. It's numb. There's nothing there. It's like...it's almost like they shut off my feelings." At these words, something in my brain goes off, like a flashing alarm. "Yeah. That's exactly what happened. They shut off my feelings, and I don't know how to turn them back on. And for some reason, I don't really care."

When I finish, there is no response. I turn around to see if Chuck is even still there. The curly-haired boy is standing completely still, his eyes full of sadness. His hands are curled into fists and I watch as a tear slips down his chubby cheek.

"I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to get out of here so that I can kill them for doing this to you. It-it isn't fair. They can't just do this...it's not right."

I shrug. "Is anything they do 'right'?"

"No. Which is just another reason for us to escape and kill them. So that they can't hurt anyone else; like they've hurt you."

Determination flickers on his round face, and I shake my head.

"No, Chuck, they didn't hurt me. I'm not hurting at all." I force out a some-what bitter laugh. "That would be considered a feeling, I guess. And I don't have those anymore, remember?"

"Right", he whispers. "But I'm still getting out. And I'm still going to kill whoever did this to you."

"Okay."

"Should I tell the others?" He asks.

"Tell them what? That you're going to kick ass?"

"No, about your...lack of feelings...thing."

I shrug, "I don't care."

"Okay...are you sure they didn't just turn you into a replica of Minho?"

Before I can retort, he turns and jogs off in search of Alby, a sad smile on his lips.

Word count: 906

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I love you all,
-Kai