Dylan O'brien Imagines

Thomas// please let me die

*WARNING: SELF HARM*

You were one of W.I.C.K.E.D's many test subjects.

There favorite in fact. You used to work for them with you boyfriend Thomas . But once you saw them dragging him away you became senile.

You kicked and screamed, you even managed to shoot a man before they managed to knock you out. They threw you in a cell and realized you were never going to help them again so they decided to be their newest lab rat.

They ran tests on you every day they were the most painful things imaginable, they even let there guards have there way with you every once in a while.

Every day you would pray that they would put you out of you misery, that they would take pity on you and put a bullet in your head. But they never did.....

It had been months since they put you down here and every day got harder.

So one day you decided enough was enough. You sharpened the side of you metal bed frame to a point and you dragged your wrist across it as hard as you could. You screamed and cried and managed to wip up the streath to do the other.

Once you were done you crawled over to a corner and sat in peace.

Waiting for the end to come.

Not 5 minutes later when you were finally fixing to leave this world you heard the door open. You said 4 words before the darkness came over you.     "please let me die."

Thomas pov

We were looking for Teresa. We are rescued and she was taken as we soon found out it was w.i.c.k.e.d. so we broke out of our room and made our way through the building until we found a wall with cells going along it. It lasted forever.

Thinking about wicked mane me think about y/n. When they were taking me she tried to save me. She kicked and screamed. But when they dragged me around the corner I heard a single gun shot and I knew they had killed her. Her screams stoped and that's when I started screaming.

I winced as I relived the memory. I loved her and they took her away from me... they would pay, but right now I had to focus on living because I could do y/n No justice if I was dead.

I saw one door at the end of the hall and it was the only one we Hadn't checked. I opened the door and what I saw paralyzed me. There she was.

My sweet innocent y/n was sitting in a corner in a pool of the own blood.

She wisperd 4 words that broke my heart. "Please let me die."

"No no no" I whispered as I pulled her limp body into my lap not caring about the blood.

I checked her for a pulse and it was faint but it was there I took two shirts from my back pack and tied them around each of her wrist to stop the bleeding.

"Oh sweetheart what did they do to you?"

She had bruises all over her. As soon as the boys found us frypan started bandageing her up and I watched I. Shock. " your gonna be ok..." I faintly whispers as meet pulled me to the side.

" who is she?"

I slowly looked up at him

"her name is y/n and she is the love of my life..."