02; gone
Newt.
02 days before Allison's arrival
Newt ran, he ran as fast as he could. Taking turns at every corner and pushing past vines. Every so often he would take out his pencil and paper, jotting down notes for the map room.
Newt.
His hand froze in place, nearly dropping his pencil. He felt a presence among him. You know how when your eyes are closed and someone comes up next to your or behind you, you can't see them but you know they're there? That's how it felt, except the feeling of the presence was intensified times one hundred; sending cold shivers down his back.
Everything in the maze was silent, not a single sound could be heard. Newt expected to hear the familiar unpleasant sound of the grievers, but not even those sounds were to be heard. The only thing that his ears could pick up was the sound of his own breathing, his own heartbeat. It was so quiet that he could probably hear a pin drop from a mile away.
Newt.
Newt turned, switching directions so that he could find her. But nothing was there, only the maze's walls and vines. Her voice kept chanting his name over and over again in a haunting tone. It was making him cringe instead of sending it's usual warmth.
He knew something was wrong.
Newt wanted to ask her what was wrong, he wanted to see if she was alright. But something was wrong with him too, something was controlling him to not say anything. In fact, he wanted to make it stop. He wanted her voice to go away, he wanted her voice to go away, he wanted her stop bothering him. So he told her.
"Stop! Leave me alone!" He was surprised how harsh his tone was. Once he yelled those words, soft cries were heard in echoes throughout the maze. But only he could hear them, and it killed him to that that he was the one that made her cry. It hurt him more than anything in the world. More than the constant aloneness he felt, more than the terrifying feeling of having no memory whatsoever. Her soft sad weeps resembled an angel crying. She didn't deserve that. They were quiet, barely audible, but they were still there.
You don't mean that. It's him isn't it? He's making you say that. She told him. Her voice spoke in an echo, cold as it trembled with sadness.
Newt didn't understand. Who was this person she was speaking of? His brain couldn't think much of it. Instead, he thought of the thought that kept nagging at him. Then he couldn't breathe. It was like something was choking him, holding at his throat until he said those three words he never thought he would say to her. A throbbing pain was felt throughout his head, like something was stabbing at his brain. He had to say those words like his life depended on it.
Maybe it did.
Newt stumbled over to one of the walls, attempting to hold himself up. He tried his best to breathe, take in at least a little bit of air. But something . . . . someone was stopping him from doing so. His lungs started to burn, begging him for the oxygen they want; the oxygen they need. He collapsed, not having the strength to hold himself up anymore. His vision became spotty, seeing flashes of black as he faded in and out of consciousness. Until he couldn't take it anymore, he said those words he didn't want to say.
"Don't haunt me anymore." He choked out, but he still couldn't breathe; those words weren't enough. Whoever it was wanted him to say those three specific words.
Newt, don't. She spoke between her sobs. Newt let out a yell, frustrated that he was still unable to breathe. He tried to listen to her, try to hear her words. But instead, she was talked over by another voice. A male.
Say it, Newt. Say it and the pain goes away.
Newt was so confused. Any silence he once had was now gone, replaced by the weeps of the girl and the boy's shouts for him to say it.
He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to breath again.
"Let." Some pain of his head was relieve. "Me." All pain in his head was lifted. "Go." He could breathe again.
Then, like it once was, everything was silent. No more voices, no more shouting, no more weeping; no more anything. Usually Newt could feel her presence, but nothing was there. It was like something inside was ripped away, half of his heart.
Hello?
Allison?
Nothing.
She wasn't there anymore.
She was gone.