The Feeling (Newt x Reader)

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- Y/N Perspective -

     "What's going on, where am I?!" I panicked as I took in the surroundings. I lay in a small bed as a small group of people I didn't recognize crowded me. Three glass walls stood while one was shattered. What is this?? As I looked around even more, I noticed bodies on the ground, dead bodies on the ground and I started to panic. My heart raced faster and faster.
     "H-hey, Y/N, how are you feeling? We all thought you died in the maze but.. Wow, I sure missed you." A boy, about 17 maybe, reached forward and grabbed my hand. He had pretty brown eyes, messy, dirty blonde hair and a voice that seemed familiar but I couldn't quite pinpoint it.  I felt his thumb rubbing across my hand and for just a second, I felt like I knew who he was. Wait, what's going on, who is this guy?! And who is Y/N? How does he know me? And what does he mean that I died??????  My mind filled with questions, I felt myself starting to hyperventilate. What is going on, why don't I know anything?!
     "Uhm.. who are you and what do you mean I died in maze? And who's Y/N??" I asked nervously, pulling my hand away from the boy. His face looked disappointed at the fact that I didn't know him and I sympathized. After a moment of silence, the boy sighed and looked at me with hope in his eyes. A hope that I would remember something. Was this boy someone important to me before? Why can't I recognize him?
     "What are you talking about Y/N, it's me, Newt and you're Y/N, that's your name, do you not remember?" His eyes continued to follow mine and I couldn't help but feel nervous. I looked down as my hands shook. My name's Y/N? And he's Newt? Shouldn't this all be ringing a bell? As I looked up, I realized the crowd of people that had surrounded me, all with the same glimmer of hope in their eyes as Newt. I felt tears coming as I came to understand that I wouldn't live up to their expectations of remembering something of the past. I quickly hopped off my bed and crouched into the corner on the opposite side of the room. I felt claustrophobic with everyone around me the way they were. At first, a single tear rolled down my cheek as I tried to think of at least one thing, just one memory but nothing came. I tried to think of small, little bits of information about myself, what's my favorite color? How old am I? What's my favorite food? But of course, i had no answers. One tear turned into two, which turned into four and all of a sudden, waterfalls of tears came down in frustration. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER AT LEAST ONE DAMN THING?! I felt a hand on my back, hoping it was Newt. For some reason, his touch comforted me. I knew from when he first touched my hand that that was all I wanted at this point but I didn't know why. When I turned around to look, I was slightly disappointed to see yet another unfamiliar face. It was another girl, she was pretty. She had fair skin, blonde hair and green eyes. Her smile was kind and as I looked around the room of unfamiliar faces, I felt... Safe. Like these people were family. I saw Newt sitting on the bed where I lay, his legs dangled off the side and his arms were rested on his knees as he rested his hand on his face. For some reason, I felt like I had to go to him, and comfort him but I couldn't. I don't even remember him.. Or any of these people.. What happened to me?
The room was silent except for the voice of the girl who comforted me. She told me her name was Eleanor and I appreciated the fact that she didn't bombard me with information because the feeling of knowing yet not knowing these people at the same time was overwhelming. Not to mention the fact that I had no memory and a pounding headache. The room remained quiet for a while until footsteps on the shattered glass broke the silence. I looked up to see a boy, he looked sick. His skin was pale and I could see his veins. The group of people seemed to be startled and Eleanor stood up and protectively placed herself in front of me, trying to prevent the strange boy from seeing me. I noticed Newt look up from his position as he hopped of the bed. He slowly walked closer to me, looking at Eleanor and nodding like they had just made a plan through eye contact. Newt looked scared but he stood beside my crouched body, also preventing the boy from seeing me. Who is this guy and why is everyone so on edge?
     "This is all your fault Thomas." The boy was crying, he looked like a sweaty mess. He breathed heavily as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. He pointed it towards another boy, he had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Strangely, the dark-haired boy was the only person in the group that I felt was out of place when I first looked at everyone.
     "Look Gally, you don't wanna do this. Just come with us, we're free from the maze!" The dark-haired boy replied, holding his hand out to show the boy with the gun that he meant no harm. I felt Eleanor tightly grip my arm, her hands shook in fear and I couldn't help but be scared myself.
     "I belong to the maze!" The boy named Gally replied. His voice was tinged with insanity. As he spoke the last word, he pulled the trigger. I winced at the loud blast of the gun, squeezing my eyes shut. When I opened them, Gally's body had a spear pierced into his chest and I heard the boy named Thomas yell out another boy's name. I looked in their direction as Newt quickly made his way to Thomas' side and Eleanor followed. I couldn't get a good look with the crowd of people but as I suddenly got a glance, my vision went blurry. Fortunately, I could still see as Thomas held a young boy in his arms. He seemed to be the youngest. He was chubby and had curly brown hair. Blood covered the boy's shirt and Thomas cried angrily. Before i could call out to see what was happening, my mind suddenly went fuzzy. I felt my body shake as my eyes shut, leaving me in darkness. Screams and shouts were muted, and all I could hear was white noise. After a few moments, the shaking stopped abruptly but i couldn't move, it was like my body had been paralyzed. I felt strong arms pick my body up and I heard voices and shouts from all around, as my hearing returned. Fortunately, I could open my eyes to see what was happening. My vision was still blurry but as I looked up, I noticed a familiar face.
     "Newt?" I asked.