You wake up, except somehow you know you're not conscious. It's not a dream really, but you don't know what. All you know is that you feel nothing. Nothing at all. You float in an empty darkness.
You think back, struggling to remember what had happened. You'd been fighting a griever, but had passed out. You had been cut, but also something else. You'd felt a prick.
Your eyes widen. The Changing.
A wind starts to pick up, swirling together to form a white funnel, almost like a tornado. It starts to move towards you, the wind ripping at your clothes and throwing you hair in you face. It picks up speed until it's all around you. You're thrown into a memory.
You and Newt are in a small broom closet, cleaning supplies filling the space around you. It feels familiar, almost like you had been there many times before.
"I'll miss you," you sob, hot tears streaming down your face. Your throat burns from the strain of talking.
"It'll be alright," he says, placing a hand on your shoulder, like he does even now. "You'll be sent to the Maze eventually, too. We're not saying goodbye forever. And I'll look forwards to you arriving to the Glade, I promise I will."
Younger you nods and sniffles. "You're the one going in. I should be the one comforting you, not you comforting me."
He hugs you, rocking you back and forth.
"Hey, it's okay," he whispers in your ear. "Believe me, I've done the same thing. Sonya was always braver than I was."
"They're in here!" someone yells from the outside, their voice muffled by the walls.
A sob builds in your throat and you hug Newt tighter even as the door flings open. He's yanked away, the WICKED guards tearing him from you.
"I'll see you again!" Newt yells, even while being dragged away by guards. "I promise!"
You run after him, only to be held back by yet another guard. You struggle against him, trying to break free from his hold of your wrist. Tears stream down your face.
They drag Newt around the corner and that's the last time you ever see him.
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The Cost of the Cure
FanfictionOne day, you wake up with no memories. You know two things: your name and the fact that you are terrified. You find yourself in a strange place called the Glade. Even though no one else remembers anything at all, you find it harder than ever to brea...
