Survive: A Maze Runner Fanfic

Chapter 10

I don't really do anything the rest of the day. I don't eat any dinner, I don't want to encounter any more Gladers. I don't get escorted to the pit to sleep, I don't even get a hammock to sleep in.

I sit in the middle of the glade, by the fire. I look up at the stars.

"Macie, you should go to bed." Newt says, walking behind me. His hair is messy, he must have been sleeping.

"Sorry I woke you." I say quietly.

"I wasn't asleep. I couldn't. Not when you sitting out here by yourself."

"I'm fine, Newt, really." I shift my weight and move closer to the fire. I shiver. I didn't realize how cold it was. I hug my knees to my chest.

"I'll be right back." He says. After a minutes or two, he returns with a blanket. He wraps it around me and instantly I feel it's warmth warming me from the outside in. He sits beside me and wraps his arms around me. I shiver again.

"Are you still cold?" He asks.

"No." I say, I feel his breath on my neck. I smile.

"Thanks Newt. I'm glad someone here cares about me."

He tightens his grip around me.

I yawn. It feels like I haven't slept in days. I miss my bed, my room, my house. I miss anything that's not here.

"You tired, Macie?" He asks me.

"A little." I respond. He can tell I'm lying. He stands up. "Come on. You can come sleep with me." He reaches out his hands. I grab them and I get to my feet. We walk together with the blanket training behind me.

We reach a hut, one I've never been to before. The other Gladers are asleep. There's not much room to walk around the other hammocks. I weasel my ways around the other boys, trying not to bump them. We reach Newt's hammock. He let's my climb in first. He lays next to me. There's not much room to move, but I don't mind. I rest my head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around me. He covers me with the blanket.

"Aren't you cold?" I ask him. "I feel like I'm intruding." I sit up in the hammock.

"Your fine. Just sleep. You need it."

"I can find somewhere else to sleep, Newt."

"Just stay here, please?" He asks. I look him in the eyes and smile.

I climb back into the hammock. He wraps his warm arms around me. I cover myself with the blanket. I shiver. I'm freezing, it's not even that cold outside.

"What of the other Gladers see us?" I ask.

"Well, then we deal with that tomorrow." He closes his eyes.

"But they hate me. If they see me with you, they might hurt you." I'm really concerned now.

Newt gets up and leans on his elbows. He takes my face in his hands.

"Everything will be okay. I bloody promise you. Your with me. I'll keep you safe."

"I don't need to be protected, I can take care of myself."

"I know." He closes his eyes and tries to sleep.

I snuggle into his warm body and try to sleep. It doesn't come easily, but having Newt beside me makes me feel safe.

I eventually fall asleep, warm and safe next to Newt.

~~

Images fill my mind. I wake up and look around. I'm in a house; I don't know if it's my house or not. I hear a muffled voice. I whirl around and see someone familiar.

"Alby?" I ask. He doesn't answer, he just stares at me.

I walk toward him. I don't remember moving my feet. It's like they have a mind of their own. I see movement behind Alby. I look and see about five other African-Americans. They all look similar.

I remember what happened today in the Glade. I remember the fight I had with him today.

Alby returns to the group. His family. My hands points at them. There's a gun in my hand. I try to let go of it, but I can't. I scream and shake the gun away from me.

I unlock the safety and point the gun at a women, his mother. I pull the trigger. The bullet hits her in the chest. I do the same with the rest of the family, except Alby.

I try to stop myself, but it's like my body is being controlled by someone else.

I look at the dead, bloody bodies lying on the ground. I look up at him and point the gun.

"Please!! I can't stop! I don't know how to stop!" I scream. I pull the trigger.

~~

I wake up soaked in sweat and tears. Newt, still sitting next to me, looks alarmed.

"Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" He asks.

I breathe heavily. "Yes, but I'm fine now." I say. I'm lying. I'm shaken to the bone.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Yes, but not here. There's too many people." I point over at the fire.

I grab the blanket and walk over to the fire. It's almost out, just a few small embers glow in the moonlight.

We sit down.

"It's about what happened yesterday. About that Alby said. Do you think any of it could be true?"

Newt shakes his head. "No. And if it were, I wouldn't believe it."

"My nightmare...I was in a house. Alby was there. His family was there. I couldn't control my actions. It's like my body had a mind of it's own. I shot them! I shot all of them! Newt, I killed them!" I sob with anger and fear.

Newt pulls me into his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder, soaking his shirt with salty tears.

"Are you sure? It could've been anybody."

"I'm positive it was him. It's not true is it? It can't be true! I would never do a thing like that!"

"It's just a dream. It wasn't real."

"But it felt real." I sob. Newt holds me tighter.

I hear distant footsteps approaching us. I look up and see Thomas. I pull away from Newt, embarrassed.

"It's fine. I know." Thomas says. He sits down next to me.

Newt pulls me back into his lap and I sob again.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asks.

I look up and explain the nightmare again.

"Maybe you just think it's real because Alby says it's real." Thomas says calmly.

I look up at the stars and try to calm myself down. After awhile, my tears dry. I return to the hammock with Newt, Thomas returns to his. I snuggle in close and sleep the rest of the night.