Y/N's POV
The Glade was dark but not quiet at night, so one could hardly claim it to be peaceful. However, Y/N found the sound of grasshoppers and swinging hammocks, (along with the occasional horrifying Griever whirr and unnerving Maze groan), to be lulling: hence she slept well most nights.

Tonight wasn't most nights.

She was suddenly awoken by the cold kiss of metal to her neck and the warm press of a hand to her mouth- Teresa was standing over her with a terrifying expression; her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, her mouth full of saliva and a guttural sound came from her throat every few breaths- she'd been stung.

"Can't, not right... must, need to! Her fault, her fault..." Teresa whispered maniacally whilst pressing further into Y/N's mouth and neck with her hand and blade respectively.

The increased pressure made Y/N's body ice cold as she felt a slow trickle of blood come from the pierced skin on her neck.

Terror simultaneously numbed and electrified her.

Teresa's eyes flicked skittishly between Y/N's terrified face, the ground and the empty air.

Y/N's eyes widened in terror as her heart rate increased. Her hand began looking for the blade she always kept at her waist- a gift from Newt after a particularly vile comment from one of the boys, for which he got a week in the Pit. There hadn't been any problems since. Until now.

Aimlessly grabbing air and getting increasingly panicked, Y/N didn't feel Teresa lift the knife from her neck and place it on her face.

"Their favourite...always the perfect subject...pretty, pretty face!" Teresa spat softly at Y/N as she increased the pressure over Y/N's eyebrow, beginning to jaggedly trace a crooked line down her face and around her eye as Y/N thrashed in pain and her screams were muffled by Teresa's clamped hand.

Crimson blood dripped down her face as Y/N finally grasped her knife and jammed it into Teresa's side. Teresa wailed a horrible, animalistic wail as she dropped her knife, staggering away from Y/N in order to grasp her side.
Gasping intensely, Y/N began to get up and run, screaming "HELP! PLEASE!", before being tackled to the cold and dewy midnight grass by Teresa.
This time weaponless, Teresa grabbed Y/N's neck with both hands and began squeezing.
She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, all the while trying to avoid Y/N's clawing hands as they scraped at Teresa's face desperately.

Y/N hopelessly opened and closed her mouth as if she were begging the world for air it couldn't supply.
Panic threw her heart up into her throat to replace the lack of oxygen there.

I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.

As Y/N's face purpled and her hands began to fall weakly, a loud thudding sound was heard as Teresa was tackled by a shadowy figure- Minho.

As soon as the weight of Teresa's hands on her neck was gone, Y/N turned over onto her side and began coughing, hacking terrible coughs- she couldn't calm herself down enough to stop either, so she just kept panicking and coughing and choking and thinking:

I'm going to die.

The thought was so deeply and chillingly ingrained in her head that it wouldn't leave.

Another figure, (presumably Alby), followed after him to help, as Y/N felt another pair of footsteps running across the ground towards her before collapsing beside her.

"Y/N!! Are you ok?!" Newt pleaded as he gathered her into his arms, frantically checking her body for wounds; a soft gasp came from his mouth as her noticed her already bruised and bloody neck and the bleeding cut encircling her right eye.
Y/N couldn't reply. She was too busy sucking in air at an inhuman rate, shaking with terror and shock.

Once Minho and Alby were done tying up a bleeding and unconscious Teresa, Newt called out for Minho to get Clint and Jeff.

As he gently raised Y/N's head into his lap and stroked her hair, Newt promised "It's ok love, help is coming now, you're gonna be fine, I promise!"
Y/N finally let the shock of the attack overwhelm her, as it covered her eyes with a blanket of darkness- she fell unconscious in Newt's arms, feeling safe for the first time all night.

Newt's POV
It had been 12 hours since the attack, and Newt was constantly worried.
The night of the attack, he had been awoken by Y/N's screaming along with Minho and Alby. When they ran towards the sound, they didn't realise what they'd find but as was usual, acted as one unit.
Newt could remember Minho and Alby speeding ahead of him due to his limp, and then watching Minho tackle an unknown figure to the ground- Teresa.
The next thing he saw was his girlfriend of three years, Y/N, lying on the ground sucking in air like a fish out of water. Instincts took over as he threw himself to her side.

The moments after that were a blur to Newt: Teresa was dragged to the Pit, Y/N was taken to the Medjack Hut and for 12 hours, Newt didn't leave her side except to get her clean clothes and water for when she woke up.

By the time Y/N's eyelids weakly fluttered open, Newt's were falling with fatigue.
As soon as he saw her awake however, he was on alert.
Seeing she was about to say something, Newt interrupted with "You shouldn't try to speak, Clint says to give it a week or so. Don't worry, we've already requested for a notebook and pencil for you to communicate with- everything has been sorted. Here, have a drink."

Carefully pouring her a glass of water, Newt tentatively said "Teresa was banished last night. She'd wandered into the Maze before...the, um...attack. She was stung. But you probably already figured that out..."

A heavy silence lingered in the air as Newt tried to find the right words to say and Y/N struggled with the thoughts rushing through her head.
Newt could read the guilt on his girlfriend's face, he knew she blamed herself for Teresa's death.
He had, after all, seen the stab wound Teresa had.

"She didn't die from the stab wound. Jeff bandaged her up so she could be banished properly and you didn't hit her that deeply- you didn't kill her."

He knew why she thought it was her fault, but he also knew that it wasn't the truth- so he repeated; "It wasn't your fault Y/N. Teresa died the minute she was stung. You did what you had to do to survive, and for that I'm so glad- I need you here with me, keeping me sane. I'm just glad I gave you that bloody knife..."

Y/N gave him a small, pitiful and forced smile before reaching for his hand, until she saw her hands and realised there was something underneath her finger nails- Blood.
Teresa's blood was under her nails.
This was the droplet of water that broke the damn; Y/N's eyes started to water as her body started to shake.

Newt could hear a strange croaking sound coming from her and he held her in his arms, whispering soothing words to her- the sobs of a broken throat.
He held her as she cried. And he didn't let go.

~time skip~

Y/N's POV
It had been a month since the attack and a lot had changed; Y/N had regained her ability to speak fully without any pain 12 days after the attack; Newt had insisted on them being close as they slept and so their hammocks were adjacent to each other; and Y/N now had a ragged scar which sank into the skin above and around her right eye.

She didn't mind the scar now - she had come to realise that it was a symbol of her survival, but that didn't mean she wasn't self conscious about it for the first 3 days before Minho's awe-filled outburst of, "Y/N, dude, your scar is so badass!" across the dinner table.

She suspected Newt to be the instigator of this random incident as she had recently brought up her doubts to him, but nevertheless, it worked.

She knew they were still stuck in their horrible reality.
She knew the chances of survival were lower than they should have been for a normal teenager her age.
But she also knew that she was more prepared now...
She was ready to survive, and she was ready to do whatever it took to protect herself and the people she loved.

And she had her scar to remind her.