Then She Came

Maya 4

*Edited*

TW: blood, knife, attempted rape, death threats, wounds

My small shack was empty of life. Only a small cot in the corner and a trash bag full of clothes occupied the space. Alby said I wouldn't be spending much time in here anyway.

With Newt now on wooden crutches that Gally put together, there was no need for him to stay in the infirmary any longer, and my job there was done over night. 

But with the Grievers howelling in the distance, I couldn't sleep. At least in the infirmary, I knew there was someone just upstairs. That I wasn't totally alone. The faint starlight from the sky illuminated shadows on the wooden floor, it came through the window. Flowing like water. 

I was staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling, clutching the thin cloth blanket to my chest. That is when the quiet knocking came at the door. A soft patter of sound. 

"Who is it?" I asked as I climbed off the cot, my bare feet flinching away from the rough wood. 

"It's Alex." The voice called. That was the odd part. Alex never came to visit me in the night, or in the day, unless he was injured. 

I opened up the door, allowing him to step inside. I don't think I had realized how tall he was when I first met him. Or maybe he had grown. 

"Can I help you with something? Are you hurt?" He shook his head and my thoughts remained puzzled. "Then what are you here for?" He smiled a sinister smile that made my insides twist around each other. 

He closed and locked the door before turning around to look at me again. "If you scream, you're dead." 

"What?" I asked, backing away before running into the back wall. I was trapped. "What do you mean." He flashed the silver metal of a knife before sliding it back into his pocket. 

He approached slowly, putting his hands on my waist and leaning in. He smelled of smoke and metal. A weird mixture that burnt my nose.

I opened my mouth to object but he put a single finger against my lips. "Do not make a sound." 

I started to thrash around in his grasp, trying to escape in any way I could. I don't remember him being this strong when I met him either. "Let me go, Alex," I said, my voice low, the whisper of a growl in the back of my throat.

He didn't respond, but he did throw me to the floor, creating a loud bang. My knees scraped against the wood and I cried out, falling over myself. "Shut up!" He whispered before removing his pants. 

My eyes widened and I scrambled backward, trying for the door but he stood in my way, approaching quickly. 

"Don't touch me!" I screamed before remembering his threat, my eyes widening further. He slipped the knife from his jeans and approached me again, twirling it between his fingers. "Help!" I screamed louder, dodging his first slash at my face. 

"You are going to die a very painful death." I felt tears in the back of my eyes, stinging and threatening to spill over. 

He jumped on top of me, knocking the air out of my lungs, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't say anything. He climbed back, sitting on my legs before hooking his fingers in the belt loops and pulling my shorts down, leaving my underwear to stay put. His fingers traced my thighs and I screamed again, the noise ripping through my throat like the knife in his hand.

"That's it." He growled, bringing his arm up and plunging the knife into my thigh. Another scream ripped through my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks. I felt him twist the knife and I screamed again before he ripped it out.

"Leave me alone!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. Then I screamed it again, trying to scramble away despite the burning pain in my leg. 

He dragged the knife across my stomach, a long slash and I scream again. "Shut up!" He yells back. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I could feel the blood pooling around me but I can't feel the cuts anymore. My vision was blurring. I could hear the faint pounding on the door. I screamed again when he scraped slashes down my arms, but I didn't feel it. 

Suddenly, he is thrown off of me and Minho is pulling me into his arms, gathering me up before racing off towards the infirmary. I could hear boys wrestling behind me. I was moaning, in pain and in fear. Minho's hands on my bare back feel unsanitary. 

When did Alex take my shirt off?

I bounced against Minho's chest as he runs but I barely felt the pain now. It's there but like something dull and annoying. It probably looks worse then it feels. 

"Maya, listen to me!" My senses kicked in and the pain comes back in full force, my ears at attention as Minho try's to keep me awake. "Maya," he said again, glancing down at me. "Almost there, and then you can rest, ok?" 

I could see my blood on his shirt. I felt like I was going to throw up. Blood leaked down my arms in rivers, slipping off my fingers. My hair was wet with sweat and I cried, sobbed into the night sky at the pain erupting from my thigh and my stomach. 

"Minho," I gasped as he set me down on a cot, shouting for Jeff. "Minho," 

"I'm here." He says, grasping my hand. "Jeff!" He roared again. By now, everyone in the Glade would have been awake. 

Minho's bloody hands brushed tears off of my cheeks. "It will be alright." His touch feels foreign and I flinched away from it. He drew his hand back, a confused expression taking over his features. 

Jeff barreled in seconds later, his hair a mess as he stared wide-eyed at me. 

"Don't just stand there!" Minho yelled, and Jeff sprinted into motion, grabbing a needle, thread, alcohol, and bandages. 

"This is going to hurt," Jeff warned. "A lot." He applied alcohol to a bandage.

"No, Jeff, no!" I pleaded weakly, knowing the effects that alcohol had on open wounds. He sighed, giving me a watery smile and pressed the bandage a scrape on my arm, trying to clean and asses the wound. I screamed at the sting as the alcohol buried itself into my blood. 

"What in the bloody name of-" Came a British voice and that was when everything went black.