Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

A Requested Meeting

I run to my bedroom and lock myself in. I curl into a ball and, for the second time today, I succumb to tears. This time out of embarrassment instead of fear and anger.

I eventually I cry myself to the point where the weightlessness of sleep takes over.
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I jolt awake the next morning to the sound of my bedroom door opening and then closing.

"Bloody hell!" I yell. "When you shanks learn to knock!"

I sit up and glare at the person who came in. Chuck is standing at the end of my bed and I immediately feel bad for yelling at him.

"Wait," I say looking around. "What time is it?"

That's when Chuck looks up and smiles, "almost lunchtime. You slept through half of the day."

"Great," I sigh. "What are they going to do to me?"

"Nothing," he says and laughs at the confused look on my face. "You have the day off. You got sick last night or at least that was what Newt said. You got close to puking on him right?"

"Sure..." I nod slowly.

Why would Newt say that? I mean, I ran from him last night. Why would he do this?

"But, you are supposed to go to the woods and meet someone in an hour. I don't know who but I think that you should be cautious."

By the time that Chuck leaves I know that I will have to go fast if I want to get something to eat before meeting this person. Grabbing my knife will take the longest. I have to be careful not to nick myself in the process.
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I walk out from the kitchen with only a few minutes to spare before I have to be in the woods.

A hand darts out and pulls me behind the kitchen. The smell of rotting trash is overwhelming and I find myself face to face with my only enemy here, Gally.

"What do you want?" I grumble.

"I'm just reminding you that I have a very good memory and that I won't forget our little run in last night. I know that you have something with Newt and I also know that you are much weaker than you let on. You would have broken down crying if he hadn't stepped in and stopped crying."

My hand inches toward my knife as I start talking.

"You would have to have a horrible memory to forget that I stood up to you without anyone's help last night. Newt wasn't there and there isn't anything going on with us."

"You are still weak," he spits in my face.

I whip out my knife and press it against his neck, "if you call me weak again I will make you wish that you never lived."

I apply more pressure until I can hear him gasp.

"I am not weak," I growl. "And I do not need Newt to be strong. Do you see him anywhere near here? Don't think that I will go easy on you next time."

I pull the knife away from his neck and point it him as I step back.

"Go," I command and he runs away.

I sigh and shove the knife back in my boot, not caring anymore if it cuts me.

I walk back around to the front of the kitchens and begin walking towards the woods again.

"Hey y/n!" A voice yells out.

This time it is Minho, he is covered in sweat and gasping for breath by the time he reaches me.

"I heard that you wanted to become a runner," he says.

"Yes," I start. "But I need to go and I'm not in the mood right now."

I brush past him and continue towards the woods.

"I also heard that you might be good with trying to find a way out of here," he catches up with me. "If you can't be a runner that would still allow you to be involved with them."

"I really need to go," I plead.

"At least think about it!" Minho yells at my back.

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Minutes later I reach the edge of the woods. I know that I am at least ten minutes later than I was supposed to meet whoever it is.

I take a deep breath and step into the woods.

*okay so this was sort of a filler chapter and I just wanted to have Gally threatened with a knife.😅 it took me multiple tries because I kept accidentally deleting it, so I hope you like the chapter! ~Caelyn