One.
One left.
One person.
One immune.
One saviour.
One survivor.
One Glader.
One scarred boy.
One broken boy.
One left.
Only one.
Four.
Four years.
Four years since the last funeral.
Four years since he completely shattered.
Four years since he lost everyone.
Four years since WCKD fell.
Four years since he was back.
Four long years.
Seven.
Seven years.
Seven years since everything changed.
Seven years since he came up with the box.
Seven years since his first friend died.
Seven long years.
Three.
Three days.
Three days since his last panic attack.
Three days since his last suicidal thought.
Three days since his last beating from a bully.
Three days since he slept for longer then thirty minutes.
Three short days.
It sucks.
Everything sucks.
Everything hates him.
Everyone hates him as well.
Well, maybe except his dad.
Ah, who is he kidding? He killed his mother, of course his dad hates him. He should just kill himself to free the world from him.
Two. Scratch the three days. It's two seconds now.
Two seconds since his last suicidal thought.
But hey, who's counting? Not him.
They're just numbers.
Irrelevant.
Just like him.
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One /TMR x TW\
FanfictionAU where the only person left who was in the trials is Thomas. Everyone else is dead. Also crossover with TW One. One left. One person. One immune. One saviour. One survivor. One Glader. One scarred boy. One broken boy. One left. Only one.
