Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 22

*Newt's P.O.V.*

As I had fallen asleep from the pain, I kept swimming between how unconscious I was. 

Sometimes I could hear voices talking and other times I heard nothing. 

But what I remember right before I fell asleep was seeing an angel telling me I would be ok, that she would take care of me. 

Then what I remember the most when I was unconscious was hearing songs. I swear they belonged to the angel. They helped me relax and numbed the pain that was itching me at the back of my brain. 

The next thing I know is that I'm awake and my leg and head are on fire. I look around the room, a pang of sadness hitting me when I realized I was still alive. 

My hand goes to my pocket and I pull out my pocket knife. I open it up, feeling the blade and admiring it for a moment. I then position the point above my heart as I begin to sob. 

"What are you doing?!" A worried voice asks as the blade is knocked from my grasp. 

I call out and lunge for it, only to be greeted with a sharp, agonizing pain from my leg. The person who knocked the knife out of my hand lifted me up Into their lap and leaned my head on their chest, where I no longer cared about showing my tears. I started hearing soft whispers and my brain Immediately goes to the Angel I saw. 

"What happened? What did you do?" I hear a commanding voice ask. 

Alby.

The voice answers and I hear footsteps walking out of the room. 

A few minutes later and I discover that there was no angel, only a girl. 

But she said more kind words to me in those few sentences than any I could ever remember. After I learned about how y/n got to the Glade, I decided to get to know her more. 

She had saved my life after all. 

Except maybe an hour later, Nick barges in and forcefully grabs y/n. "Alright, time for the slammer." 

Before I can protest, y/n's dragged away and Minho comes in. "What happened?" I asked. 

"Y/n." Minho replies.