For Newt (Chapter 2)
Summary: Female reader is part of designing the maze. When WICKED begins sending her friends into the place she is helping design, her boyfriend, Newt, is gone. She has no choice but to continue helping WICKED for the next year until she watches Newt jump off of the maze walls. Unsure if he is dead, she does what she has to in order to get thrown into the Group A maze with him. Once her memories are gone, will she remember how much the name on her hand means to her?
Warning: Angst, attempted suicide
A/N: Ya know, I’m thinking I’m gonna get my shit together and write.
“What’s your name?” Newt asks.
For the first time, you break eye contact from him and look at the ground. You furrow your brow and think hard.
“It’s okay if you can’t rememb--,” he starts.
“Y/N,” you reply with certainty. “Y/N,” you repeat yourself for your own reassurance.
“Well, Y/N, that’s a lovely name,” he smiles handsomely.
“Well, Y/N,” Jeff says, stepping back. “I will be right back with a bandage. Thankfully it wasn’t too deep of a cut. Hold this against it still; it hasn’t stopped bleeding yet.” He hands you the cloth that he had just been dabbing your cut with.
“Thank you,” you say as he crosses the hut to dig in a cabinet. Your eyes fall to Newt’s wrapped leg.
“What happened to you?” Newt asked.
“I could ask you the same,” you counter.