I've been in the Glade for about a week now, and have finally been assigned a job. Most of the Gladers are warming up to me. Other than Gally. He is the worst with me. He thinks he knows all this stuff about how I put us here. I don't understand. But everyone tells me to ignore it and if he ever tried to hurt me, he'd be banished so I don't have to worry.

I sit in the Homestead. The only place I could find some alone, and quiet time away from everyone else, where I could gather my thoughts. Leaning back against the dirty seat that I relax on, I rub my hands up and down the top of my thighs, thinking about what to do with the rest of my life in this confined place.

My thoughts are interrupted by a loud swing of the door. I whip my head around to see a figure of a person staring down to me. Gally.

"Oh. Hey Gally. Need anything?" I ask. My heart is pounding against my chest, like it's trying to break free

"I know what your hiding. Nobody else believes me, but I know." He stares into my eyes

"Gally, I promise you, I don't know anything." Tears swell up in my eyes, and I have to force them back down. "If I knew anything that could help us get out of here or anything about my past I would've shared it with you guys." Gally stares blankly at me. "Why do you hate me? Why do you think I sent us here? How many times do I have to tell you I'm not lying?"

"Y/n, I know. I just know. From the moment you came up from the box. Especially being the first girl up here. Don't you think that should rise suspicion?" Gally says.

I don't answer, not knowing what to say. Before I know it, Gally had punched me in the face. A surge of pain rushing from my cheekbone, down to the bottom of my chin. I fall backwards, from the momentum of Gally's throw.

I scream, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" I pray that someone can hear me. The Homestead is kind of off the main plot of the Glade so I wouldn't be suprised it it took a while for my rescuers to come.

After I scream, Gally had punched me again. In the left eye. I can already feel it throbbing. I now fall onto the ground. I try to get up, and squirm from Gally's sight. But, soon, he's on top of me. I feel a third punch, as I scream, "HELP! HELP ANYONE!"

Gally's hands reach for my neck and make contact, squeezing. This is the moment I die, I think to myself. This is the last face I'm going to see. My eyes widen, as I try to breathe air in, with nothing happening. I'm being strangled. And I cannot break free. I squirm and kick with everything I have left of me. Before I know it, from the corner of my vision, I see three bodies coming towards me. 

Soon, I can make them out. Thomas. Minho. Newt.

"Get off of her!" I hear someone say, in a heavy british accent. Newt.

My vision begins to go darker, just as Gally is shoved off of me. I gasp for air. Newt and Thomas' faces are in my eyesight, as Minho drags unconscious Gally away from me, and out of the room.

"Hey, Y/n, what the heck happened?" Thomas asked. While Him and Newt are checking for any injuries on me, obviously finding more than expected.

I try to speak, but can't. From the strangulation, you think.

"Let's take her to the Medjacks."Newts tells Thomas, while looking worried and confused at me for not speaking or moving.

You groan as they lift you up. Thomas holding your feet and Newt holding under your shoulders. Before you even see the sunlight while being carried to the Medjacks, your eyes close and you go into the sleeping abyss. 

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Just decided to start another story, while still working on the Thomas Imagine (Part2) :)

Let me know in the comments if you want another part to this. Also, let me know of any suggestions of ideas for stories you might have.

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((P.S, I have a few more ideas for future stories that seem pretty interesting :))