TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // I almost made it

"What do we do now?" I asked staring at the opened door leading us from our lives, our friends, our memories: the glade.

"Let's get out of here," Thomas said taking his towards step towards the door.

"No," an all too familiar voice said. He sounded firm through his shaking lip and tear filled cheeks.

Gally. But he looked horrible. He was producing immense amount of saliva as his hand shook by leg. A silver gun shook inside his shaking fingers.

"We can't leave," he breathed and held the gun up, aiming at Thomas.

"We did it Gally. Were our. We're free," I whispered hoping to calm him. He had been my closest friend in the glade and if hurt immensely to look at him like this.

"Free? You think we're free our there? No, no there's no escaping this place." His gun made a rattling noise as he cocked it.

"Gally put the gun down," Thomas begged as I noticed Minho reaching for the staff in Newt's hand. I knew what he was going to do.

"Minho no!" I yelled as he soared it through the air. It landed straight through his chest as he croaked and landed on his knees. In all the commotion I hadn't heard the gun shot until I felt it.

"Who got shot?" Winston asked.

I felt the pain now. A burning ache ripped through my stomach as I looked at the hole inside my shirt with crimson red blood soaking into the white shirt. Everything in me hurt as my eyes filled with tears.

I had made it. I was told you make it out or dying trying. I had made it our but I still will die. I had been inside the maze three years with grievers but I was going to die because of a gun shot.

"Newt," I breathed and grabbed his shirt as I crumbled on my back on the ground.

"(Y/N)! No please!" He screamed as he rushed beside me and lifted my head up.

"It's okay Newt. I'll be with Alby," I cried as people around screamed including Chuck and Frypan who ran to my side. I had loved everyone in that glade and here I was, being ripped from them.

"No please baby. I need you please. Stay with me love," he cried as he shook me.

My eyes fell heavy as I lifted my hand to his cheek. I rubbed his cheek consuming everything in me. "I love you. Save my boys okay."

"Please (Y/N) don't leave me. I love you too," he sobbed as he lifted my head up and shook it.

My chest heaved as I heard hisses of air and people storming into the room. Newt and I sat still as I sucked in a hot breath. Hands grabbed his arms as he was ripped from me. My hand fell as I hyperventilated on the ground.

"I love you (Y/N)!" Newt screamed before my body fell numb and cold. A tear slid down my face and into my hair as bright white light filled my vision. I was finally done fighting.

I was a seventeen year old girl who died inside the love of my life's arms. I find it cruel that in this world, Shakespeare takes Juliet first.