120//Brenda part 1

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Guys we are almost at 1 million what even!? Thank you so bloody much.

This wasn't a request. Well it was my own request to me. I love the tmr guys but Brenda has a special place in my heart and I love her deeply❤️So... Apologises if this gets too soppy and deep as this as I imagined Y/N as me. Enjoy guys. I love you all lots x

Damn this is going to be a long imagine. I wrote Y/N as me (she's still called Y/N) but this is kinda my Maze Runner story if I was there. I hope you enjoy! X

Part 1

I lay in the Scorch,watching the stars above me which were scattered in the night sky. I lay at the edge of my broken group of pretty new friends- Thomas, Newt, Minho, Aris, Frypan and Teresa. I hadn't been with them for long. I barely even knew anything about them,I just knew that we'd all been through hell and back to get here. When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling. Everyone suffers at least one nightmare in their lifetime. It's what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don't let them take that from you.

I hadn't been in a Maze like my friends had. I couldn't remember much- just loud screams,gunshots and this woman's voice saying the same thing over and over. It's like everything shifts in a moment. When you step out of your body. You step out and you see where you are really clearly and you think... fuck this shit.

I rub at my tired eyes and turn onto my side where I see Newt doing the same thing. I had noticed this within the three days of knowing him that when his eyes were closed,Newt looked a lot less broken.

"You should be asleep..." I mumble to him "or,you enjoying the view too much?"

"No..." he mumbles,moving to lay on his back "I'm thinking."

"About what?" He doesn't respond to my question so I decide to answer it for him. "You think Thomas is leading us nowhere?" He nods in response and I scoff quietly "you know Newt,you really should have more faith in a guy who according to you lead you out of a maze full of robotic monsters. Don't you think?"

"I have faith. I'd follow him anywhere." Newt responds "I just... don't want to loose anyone else."

"I understand." I nod. My heart can't take this. "You know everything's going to work out,right?"

"I think so..." he nods and turns to lay on his face,facing me. "Thomas saved my life."

"I know," I whisper "he saved mine too. What do you want to find Newt?"

"I don't care about myself Y/N. I want my friends to be happy... find somewhere safe for them. They deserve to be happy." And he didn't!? "What do you want Y/N?"

I turn to lay on my back as I watch the night sky. "I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep. I'm a glass half-full kinda girl." I manage to make Newt laugh and that makes me happy. He deserved to smile more. I edge closer so my head is rested on his chest,he wraps his arms tightly around me and my eyes grow heavy as I fall into a deep sleep. I'm waken what seems like minutes later to a Thomas who gently shakes Newt awake,commanding him to wake up. I do the same and stumble to my feet,holding Newt close to me by his the sleeve of his jacket as a loud noise erupts in the sky.

"It's lights!" Thomas points ahed to a building in the distance.

I shake my head "it's too early for this shit!" I'm cut off when the sky strikes again "holy... Shit..."

"Come on!" Thomas yells as I scoop my bag up off the floor. I see the fear in Newt's eyes,most likely of probably having to run on his poor leg. "I got it..." I scoop up his back for him and throw it over my shoulder. I make sure he's close as we begin to sprint,hearing the screams from the sky above up and the strikes of lightning. It was Frypan who reached the door,then Teresa- the pair screaming at us all to keep moving. But a strike erupts meters away, I hear a yell as I see Minho laying on the ground. I let go of the door and dash to Minho. I help him up with Newt and we carry his heavy body into the dark room.

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