Aphonic {TMR;Newt}

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"Please! Please, it hurts!" Harrowing sobs were echoing inside my drafted delusion. She was screaming beyond an excruciating level to the point they didn't even sound human.  I couldn't see what was being done to her, but I felt her pain, the splitting puncture of a blade slicing over her neck.

"We'll see each other again..."

Water.

Pair of blue eyes.

And then the vision of the boy falling. But this time I could hear he was muttering to himself, incoherent words before he jumped. And this time I was behind him, but still couldn't see him. Only his silhouette that panned before the view of the apex of the maze.

"He comes first. He has to survive."

I was submerged back under water. A cylinder of encased liquid that was the temperature of glacial brisk waters. It numbed my body whole till all that was left was my thoughts. All I could feel was my head, nothing more. It horrified me, bones and all. I trashed and clawed. Flimsy, negligible tubes were lodged into my nostrils as my only air supply. It suffered my lungs on how little oxygen they were processing.

"Touch has memory..."

They experimented on me. I was a pawn where they could move me however they pleased. I saw their masked faces on the other side of the glass. I saw how they just watched.

"Don't forget me."

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It was like I couldn't breathe all over again. My lungs felt heavy like weighted bags of rocks. I was in a cold sweat just like how I started, and afraid once again.

"Prim! Prim, it's okay! It's okay! Shh, ...you're alright. You're alright..."

But I wasn't alone. The moment I shot up someone was holding me in their arms, which was the luxury I didn't have the first morning I woke up. Their chest vibrated as they spoke calm nothings, hesitant because they weren't sure if they were saying the right things.

"Bad dream?" I could hear Minho's voice with only arms reach. He was here too.

"Yeah guess so..." Newt panted, adjusting his hold on me.

I was crying for a while, just sitting there in the gelid air. When I broke free of my terror, I recognized I was in a hammock sleeping outside, surrounded by many others. Minho sat directly across from me on what I assumed his hammock. Newt must have been nearby if he was able to act so quickly.

It was morning. The bitter brisk of the time no one wants to get up. The pastures were grey and hazing with mist in the grass. The sky was no different but offered a peak of light just beginning to brim over the edge. One thing that I noticed differently, however, was that the splits in the walls were sealed shut.

"Hey..." Newt whispered to get my attention. Slowly I pulled away, grabbing a fistful of hair as I steadied myself up. The same emotional hangover had battered down my body. I was physically drained even after just waking up.

"Isn't it mandatory for a girl to get beauty sleep?" Minho asked, standing from his hammock. I noticed how he was back in his cloud blue button up shirt and chest harness, same clothes he found me in. Pouches and sheathes lined his belt as he was all ready to go explore. "You need it or you'll get ugly."

"Honestly..." Newt exasperated, sending him a heated stare. Minho casually shrugged his shoulders, angling his chin so he could focus on adjusting a strap.

"I'm trying to help," Minho added. "Why'd you pass out on us anyway. Light-headed? Did Fry not feed you enough?"

I shook my head, looking around the area that was new to me. I guess this was where everyone slept. Rows and rows of hammocks stacked over each other.