The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

Underwater - Thomas

"This means..." it's in sign language. Sorry if it's hard to understand when I describe it, sign language is really complex...

Everything had always been so silent, well, from what she could remember. Voices sounded like an echo from far away in her ears. As if she were underwater. It had never seemed to bother her though. But because of her deafness, she wasn't a really talkative person, always afar from the others. She succeeded to talk in sign language with one of her comrades, Jeff. The Medjack somehow had the knowledge of the particular type of communication.

With others, it was a little different. Some tried to learn how to move their hands correctly, like Newt and Alby, and the others were letting her read their lips. When she couldn't understand, she'd gently put her fingers in front of the boy's mouth and he'd repeat. Then, she'd understand.

Since she couldn't hear, she'd touch. Y/N could listen with her hands. It didn't came from her though. At first, it was Newt who encouraged her to do so. Whenever he was laughing, he'd press her palms against his chest, so she could feel the vibrations. They had a close relationship. Sometimes, he'd even hum a song for her.

Her little issue never stopped her from being happy though. Sometimes, it would even bring her joy not to hear the others arguing or always whining. Especially Chuck. Poor boy talked too much. She worked in the Garden with Newt and Zart. And sometimes, she'd take care of few animals. Everything was now normal for her, from her deafness to the Maze. But one day, it changed.

At first she thought it was only in her head, even though in fact, it was. As usual, it seemed like she was underwater. But as the day of when they'd receive the new Greenie approached, the sound became more and more clearer. It sounded like an inaudible whisper the first few days, but when the month was about to end, it was almost deafening since she never heard anything.

She looked distracted while working. Her gaze would get lost or she'd stare at the box from afar. Sometimes, she'd have a small crinkle between her eyebrows, as if she were trying to understand something. Newt, being the good friend he was, wanted to know what was wrong. He walked to her and gently poked her shoulder. She slightly jumped, quickly turning her head to her friend before giggling.

"Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry. Are you okay?"

She pressed the tip of her right index finger once against her chest before pointing her fingers to the sky and taping the center of her rib cage with the side of her pointer finger. 'I'm fine.' she had silently said. Newt cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"Swear it." he sternly said, even though he knew she didn't hear it.

"I swear." she sighed. "Go back to work now."

Newt nodded before stepping away. She smiled at him, trying to ease his worry down. But as soon as his back was facing her, her facial expression dropped. She hated lying to her friends, especially to Newt, but she'd be call crazy if anyone knew what she had heard.

Few days ago, the voice had disappeared from her head. Completely blank. The usual silence was back, as powerful as ever. It surprised her at first, not having that invisible yet forceful presence in her mind, but she thought that maybe it was just her mind that was going crazy in the first place.

Y/N felt a slight vibration coming from the ground. The alarm was going off, a Greenie was on his way. She pushed herself up and dusted away the dirt she had on her hands on her pants. Everyone was slowly leaving his job to walk to the Box.

Y/N suddenly felt sick. Her skin got paler, her hands started to shake as her whole body was shivering. Bile was burning her throat and threatened to come out at any second. Newt held her up when she almost fell on the ground. The sensation went away as quickly as it had came and Y/N was back on her feet by her own. Maybe it was just the heat of the Glade?

The two best friends walked hand in hand to the Box. Y/N squeezed her companion's hand when the other Gladers glared at them. A boy holding her hand was something that caused jealousy from the others. Because it was Newt, and no one else.

Time passed and the Box finally arrived with its familiar thud. Y/N's sickness came back at the exact same moment. But she hadn't the impression that she was going to throw up. It felt like her lungs were getting filled with water. She could barely breathe and her oesophagus was burning.

She quickly brought both of her hands to her throat, somehow hoping that it would liberate her lungs from the inexistant water that was choking her. The closer they were getting from the center of the Glade, the heavier she felt. Every single molecule of oxygen had seem to be escaping from her body.

She violently shook her head from right to left, closing her eyes ever so roughly. Her hands had fell down back to her sides into two fists, her knuckles paler than ever. Her skin was cold, even though it was rather hot outside.

She excused herself and walked back to the Homestead, where her room was. As soon as she was away from the Box, air filled her lungs so quickly that she almost choked again. She sat down on her mattress and hid her face in her hands. She wasn't crying. No. She was trying to understand. Understand what was happening to her. Her mind wandered around the most plausible things that could possibly be happening, but nothing seemed to make sense.

She slowly laid down on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. Minutes, or maybe hours passed in silence before she heard an afar screaming. Even though Ben was suffering at few meters from her, his pained screams, it seemed like a terrifying whisper in her ears.

Her door opened and Newt walked in.

"Ben is having a crisis. Stay in your room."

"Is the Greenie here yet?"

"Yeah... his name is Thomas. Please, stay here. Okay?"

Y/N nodded. She couldn't do anything else since it seemed like the outside wanted her to drown. Newt closed the door behind him, giving her a shy yet thankful smile before leaving. For once, she was happy of not hearing anything. She didn't want to know her friend was suffering. And silence had became addictive. Sometimes, the slightest noise that could be perceived by her deaf ears would make her want to slice someone's throat with her nails.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment before she felt her door open again. But this time, it wasn't Newt. It was a tall, brown haired and pale skinned boy that she had never seen before. Immediately, something unlocked inside her. Everything became suddenly so loud even though she still couldn't hear anything. But there was one thing that she heard. Clearly. Really clearly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... wrong door..." she heard Thomas say.

Hope you enjoyed that 1226 words imagine, also.........

THANK YOU FOR THE 900+ READ!!!!!! I know it's not a lot for some people but I honestly thought that it wouldn't get more than a 150 read or so.... I also know that many won't read this but I just feel the "need" to express my joy. Anyway, PART 2 INCOMING soon!!!

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