Multifandom Imagines

Why Would You Care? || Gally

(This contains self harm and mentions suicide so if you are sensitive to that kind of stuff please do not read this)
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I know I shouldn't do this but this damn glade is so lonely. And all the gladers just constantly make fun of me. My mind screams as I run the blade along my arms. The sickly red liquid runs down onto the ground as it flows from the cuts on my wrist. It's really early in the morning so no-one can hear me because they are all asleep. I wince at the pain and hiss as the blade cuts through my delicate skin, oozing with blood. I hear footsteps outside and quickly try to hide the dagger and try to clean my severely bloody wrists. As the footsteps get closer I quickly chuck the knife towards the wall and place my arms behind my back as I await to see the face that belongs to the startling footsteps.

The figure walks in my room and whispers "Y/N?".

I recognize that voice...

"Gally?" I ask.
"Yeah" he mumbles.
"Why are you awake so early?" I ask him.
"I heard what sounded like hisses of pain so I came to check up on you" he responds.

Since when would Gally care if I was in pain? I feel the blood drip down my wrist and fall to the floor. I squirm to try and hide it from his view.

"What was that?"

Damn it...

"N-n-nothing" I stutter.
"Was that blood?"
"No..."
"You don't sound so sure" he almost growls.

I back away from him, slightly scared by his tone. He clearly sees through my lies and steps forward as he reaches for my wrist. I flinch away but I wasn't quick enough. He grabs my wrist and I cry out in pain. He looks at my wrists in disbelief.

"Why?" he chokes out.

I stay silent.

"Why would you do this?" he shouts.

By now there is now a crowd of gladers outside my door with Newt and Alby trying to drag them away. I look down and still say silent.

"ANSWER ME!" he shouts.
"Gally calm down" Newt speaks over him. "Because it helps with the pain" I whisper.
"What was that?" Gally inquires.
"Because it help with the pain of all the klunk I get from slintheads like you!" I yell.

I release myself from Gally's grip and run towards the doors. There's no going back now. I run to the doors and run straight through. I run through the maze, definitely getting lost. I slow down as I get to one of the sections. I use the vines to climb to the top. Thanks for the idea for Newt. Just as I am about to jump I hear shouts and yells coming towards my 'hiding place'. I crouch down in an attempt to hide from the people who were clearly looking for me. However, I'm not quick enough so I hear shouts of my names from down below.

"Y/N! Climb back down! PLEASE!" I hear a familiar voice shout.
"WHY? What's the point? None of you care about me so what's the point in me living? As far as I know I have no family, no friends, no boyfriend, no one that care about me? So why Gally? Why should I climb down?" I shout down.
"Because I care about you!" he screams back.
"That's a load of klunk! You're on of the ones that causes me all the pain in the first place!" I yell once again.
"Take it from me Y/N this isn't what you want to do" Newt shouts.
"Too late" I shout as I step off the wall.

I fall for what seems like forever and land on what felt like a body. Not that I would know because I passed out as I fell.

*a few days later*

I wake up in the medjack hut. As I sit up I see Gally sat across from me looking at me with seeming delight. He stands up and hugs me very tightly.

"Don't ever do that again" he says sternly.
"Why would you care if I did?" I retort. "Because like I said before you jumped. I care about you Y/N" he sighs.
"Then why do you make fun of me?" I ask.
"To be honest, I don't know. But you've been passed out for almost 3 days now and I haven't gone to work, I haven't slept, I haven't eaten. I've been so terrified you wouldn't wake up because I wouldn't have a chance to apologise or tell you how I actually feel" he explains. "How you actually feel?" I asks confused. "yeah.... I actually like you. Like a lot. As in more than friends" he trails offs.
"Like me?" I scoff. "Yes..." he laughs.
"So? What are you trying to get from this?" I ask.
"I don't know. A second chance?" he questions. "I'll give you a second chance but it will take a while for me to even begin to trust you" I explain.
"I'm fine with that" he smiles.

I guess I'm glad I won't have any more bullies. And I think I can now say I have a few friends.