Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 2)

Did It Work?//Thomas

You remember the night in the Maze when you were stung by a Griever.

You were going to off yourself that night.

Thomas had just got into the Glade and there was something about him that made you nervous. You dropped out of giving him the tour, you dropped out of helping him go out into the Maze, you didn't want to be anywhere near him.

That's when you realized that you didn't want to be here. You didn't want anything to do with anyone here. You hated your life here.

You were going to run into the Maze and throw yourself off the Cliff.

This way, you knew that no one would find your body and you would die for sure. You didn't want to mess up like Newt did, dumb shank was making an exaggerated decision.

That night, right when the doors were about to close, you ran through. You were happy that you made it there by yourself. No one saw you.

Or at least you thought.

You were about to get to the Cliff when you felt a sting in your leg. You fell back just in time to see the Griever clamp onto your un-hurt leg. The world just started to fade as your body was getting drug.

Thomas' POV

"Where's y/n?" Minho ran into the Homestead.

"I saw her go to bed last night but that was the last time I saw her." Newt said.

"She's not there," he said, backing out of the Homestead. "She's gone."

The doors were just opening. I ran over with Newt and Minho, I saw a lump in the Maze, y/n's body.

"There she is!" I yell, running in. I knelt beside her searching her body for injuries. I see a large blood spot on her leg and know she's been stung.

I wrap my arms around her, picking her up bridal style. I carry her into the Homestead and set her on the bed.

"Why the hell was she in the Maze?" Minho asks, putting a cold towel on her forehead.

"I don't know."

A few days later, she awoke. Her bloodshot eyes looked up at me then cleared as it she knew who I was.

"Thomas." She breathed, reaching out to take my hand. I took it reluctantly.

"Did you get your memories back?"

She ripped her hand from mine and stared into her lap.

"You were there Thomas," she says as I catch a tear falling down her cheek. "You were their favorite. You did this to them. To me."

Minho and Newt run in.

"You did this to me!" she yells, suddenly driven with anger. "You did this to me! Why couldn't you just let me go in peace! I wanted to die! This is your fault, Thomas!"

Minho and Newt try to hold her down but it doesn't work. Teresa presses a vial in my hand. I go over, about to stick it in her but she gets loose and grabs my shirt.

"I loved you, Thomas! And this is how you repay me! I loved you, I loved you!" She yells.

I push my hand down, the needle sticking her and suddenly her eyes clear with sanity. She got drowsy, starting to fall asleep.

"Did it work?" Newt asks and I start to reply, she cuts me off with a soft;

"I love you."

-------------------------------------------

So guys while I was gone, I got my permit!! btw im changing my updates to one a day.

Please check out my Criminal Minds fanfiction- Profile// Spencer Reid/ Criminal Minds

can you guys follow me on twitter? I update a lot and you guys can get to know me more personally- @grantftgriers

Send your final farewells to Christina Grimmie, who was shot and killed last night during her performance. I can't believe people these days.