(so, uh, this is my first fanfic so I hope it's not too awful, but it's gonna be Newt x my OC where my OC attempts suicide and Newt is a medic and takes care of him)
It was late, and the other gladers had gone to sleep hours ago. But Miles and Newt were still up. Newt had insomnia, he didn't sleep until he collapsed from exhaustion. Miles would always stay up with him no matter how tired he was, so Newt didn't feel alone.
Miles was laying in the grass with his head on Newt's lap, and Newt was playing with Miles's hair.
Miles was the first to speak up. "Newt?"
"Yeah?"
"Minho asked me to become a runner."
Newt froze. "And what did you say?"
"I said yes. And before you say it's dangerous and whatever, I can take care of myself."
The runners were the last bit of hope Miles had been holding onto. There was no way out, and he had to lie to his boyfriend about it. He hated it. Every second of every day.
Miles sat up. "Newt, I hate it here. I hate every second of every day. I want to help get us out." He softened a little. "I promise I'll be careful."
Newt sighed. "Alright. I trust you."
Miles smiled and tackled Newt with a hug. "Thank you."
Miles soon found out that being a runner wasn't all it was made out to be. The cramps in his legs during the first few weeks were horrible, and memorizing all the twists and turns of the maze was near impossible.
But the worst part was the fact that every new path led to another dead end, and all the runners had pretty much already accepted that there was no way out of the maze. The only reason why they kept running the maze, day after day after day, was because of the leaders. They didn't want the other gladers to lose hope, so they expected the runners to pretend there was still hope, and had even threatened to ban anyone who revealed the truth.
The runners were the last bit of hope Miles had been holding onto. There was no way out, and he had to lie to his boyfriend about it. He hated it. Every second of every day.
Miles couldn't even enjoy the time he spent with Newt anymore. He couldn't bear to put on an act any longer. He loved Newt but he hated the fact that he had to lie to him every day.
Miles was slowly losing hope and the more he ran the maze the deeper he sank into despair. Every day he found himself wishing that he would get lost in the maze and never find his way back again.
He couldn't do it anymore. He could barely mange yo drag himself out of bad in the morning. He felt like he was slowly losing himself to this damn maze that he was going be stuck in for the rest of his life.
Wait. The rest of his life. There was a way out after all.
That morning, Miles got uo earlier than usual. Newt was still asleep, so Miles kissed him goodbye for the last time and went into the maze.
He ran through his section, then climbed up a wall. His muscles burned as he kept climbing higher and higher. His skin was roughly the color of caramel, and Newt had always called it beautiful, but Miles had never thought he was attractive. God, he hated himself.
He was so scrawny and little, even after a year of being a track hoe and six months of being a runner. He was always being teased about his size. He just wanted to be tall and muscular like everyone else in the glade. He hated himself. So. Fucking. Much. He was very confident in his decision by now.
He decided he was high enough and jumped.
As he fell, he felt so peaceful, so good. Almost like he was flying. Then he hit the ground. Pure agony erupted from multiple areas of his body until it became too much and he passed out.
But not before he realized that he was still alive.