Some slight triggers/suicidal references

You enter Janson's office and take a seat opposite him.

"Nice to see you... Y/N is it?"

"Yeah."

"Ah good." He closes a file and places it in a large cabinet. "So,how's everything going here? We're currently making plans to transport you and your new friends to the safe heaven sometime this week. So you won't be here for too long."

You fold your arms- "I don't believe that. Not one little bit."

"I'm trying to figure out what it is. What it is exactly."

"This... it isn't real."

"Y/N,you've been through a lot and I accept that. But this is real. We are an escape from Wicked. Unless I just throw you and your friends back into the maze and leave you for dead. How does that sound..."

"I don't want that."

"You have an attitude. You remind me of him."

"Who?"

"Thomas. Did he put you up to this?"

"Thomas? Your bitch."

"So why are you here?"

You shake your head and look him deep in the eye "I came here... because I don't know what to do... what's in my head. Can you help me?"

"No." He snarls at you.

"I think I wanna die."

"Why wouldn't you want to die? You don't deserve to be here. What you did can never be undone. The dead don't choose but the choices you made... I watched them... how you sacrificed that little boy."

"I know what you're doing."

"Chuck was shot. Destroyed because of you. He deserves to be here. You don't!"

"STOP IT!" You yell,standing up to shove him. You grab the shotgun from his pocket and shove him to the floor,resting your thumb on the trigger.

"Y/N..." you hear Newt's voice,he wraps an arm around you and pulls the gun back. You sob lightly as Newt just holds you close to him. "Shhh... shh... it's okay. You're okay."

You sob louder as he lifts you up. You wrap your arms around him and close your eyes. You reach the dorms and he lays you down on your bed. You raise your brow in question when you see nobody there.

"Oh. Everyone's eating dinner," he responds to your silent question.

"Then why are you here?" You ask.

"Because I was waiting for you. I heard what he said Y/N,I also heard what you said."

"I need your help Newt. I don't want it but I need it. Because I can't do it by myself." You press a quick kiss to his cheek as Thomas bursts through the door.

"We gotta go!" He panics "it's wicked... it's always been wicked."

Newt keeps his arm around you "bloody hell..." he mumbles. You knew he trusted Thomas with his life... Well,everyone trusted Thomas with their lives.

"I'll hold them off..." you nod to Thomas as he hands you his knife he smuggled from the canteen a few days ago.

"Are you crazy!?" Minho yells "Y/N you're gonna get yourself killed. Do you two not get it? If you have a roof over your head,you have food,you have walls... you have choices."

"I don't care. Open those vents and get going. I'll hold them off." You grip the knife tightly in your hands. "Hurry the shuck up!"

Newt walks up to you,holding onto your arm. "You doing this because you wanna die?"

You shake your head with a warm and sincere smile- "No."

"You said I have choices. You have em too."

"I know," you kiss his cheek once more "you're going to make it Newt. I know that."

"So are you."