I started coughing heavily because dirt surrounded me. My eyes started to tear up when it also got in my eyes. I rubbed them and blinked a few times, but it didn't work. The dirt in my eyes was gone, but the air was still grey by the amount.

'Newt?' I carefully asked. Everything was silent. 'Logan?'

No response. I started to panic a little. What if they were dead?

I pushed myself off the ground and looked around me. The dirt started to fade away and I saw giant pieces of stone everywhere. What if Newt or Logan ended up under one of them?

'Newt?' I panicked and started walking around. 'Logan?'

A small cough from my right echoed through the building. Immediately I rushed over to the sound. A few more coughs came, just like I had done.

'Bloody hell.'

Relieved I let out a sigh. It was Newt. I saw a strand of blonde hair and started picking up the stones around him up, so Newt could climb out. With a few groans, Newt managed to get out. I didn't hesitate to hug him, but when I realized Logan was nowhere to be seen, I let go.

'Logan?' I raised my voice and started walking around again. 'Logan!' There wasn't any movement or response. Thinking I lost Logan, I sat down with tears in my eyes, until I heard a groan. My face lit up. 'Logan?' I asked.

'Over... here.' Logan groaned. I ran over to him, almost stumbling. His face and hair were covered in dirt, and so were mine and Newt's

'Hold on.' I pulled him up.

'Holy...' Newt looked around the area.

Suddenly Logan grabbed my shoulders so he wouldn't fall. He groaned loudly. 'What's wrong?' I asked, already very worried.

'Nothin' bad.' Logan shrugged it off and looked around too.

'No, no, Logan. Tell me what's wrong. Are you hurt?'

'Just my back. It'll be fine.' Logan replied. 'Let's just keep moving.'

'Where to? We don't know where to go.' Newt almost snapped.

'We'll find the others.' I decided. 'Wherever the hell they are. First, we just gotta get out of this mess.'

'Alright.' Newt agreed. 'Come on. I think it's this way.'

We followed Newt. I almost slipped over a piece of stone, but Logan caught me. Newt gave him a very dirty glance.

'We're not going to get into any fights today, okay?' I suggested.

'What's that supposed to mean?' Newt grumbled.

'You know what I mean. Both of you.'

'But he-'

'Shut it, Newt.' I interrupted him sternly. 'Try to be nice for once.'

'I am trying.'

'I don't see many results.'

'I'm trying.' Newt repeated.

'Try harder.'

'You said no fights, Nora. That means you shouldn't get into fights either.' Logan looked at me.

'Okay.' I sighed and kept walking. I felt a warm breeze on my face, which I assumed meant we arrived outside. 'Which way do we go?'

'I don't bloody know.' Newt seemed frustrated. 'They never told us where they were going.'

'The mountains?' Logan suggested. 'That's where the Right Arm is.'

'I don't think they would leave without us.'

'But they went on the zipline.'

'Then we follow the zipline.'

~

It was getting lighter outside. When I looked at Newt's face I saw a large cut on his cheek. 'Woah. Are you okay?' I frowned.

'Yeah.' Newt gently touched the cut. 'It's not that bad. Don't worry about it.'

I noticed Logan walking weirdly. 'Logan, what's wrong? Are you okay?'

'Yeah.'

'Shall we take a break for a bit?' I questioned. We had been walking for a long time already. The two boys agreed and we sat down on the sand. 'Logan. Show your back.' He had told me he hurt his back.

Logan shook his head. 'Come on.' I bit my lip.

Logan sighed. 'Fine.' Slowly he lift his shirt and showed me his back. I gasped and my eyes opened wide. A deep wound was on his back. Dark red blood dripped out of it.

'Shit.' I panicked. 'We have to treat that.'

'We can't, Nora. We don't have anything to treat it with.' Logan replied.

I ripped a piece of my jacket off and grabbed my water bottle. 'Lie down.'

'No.' Logan resisted.

'Just do it, Logan.' I ordered.

Again, Logan sighed and lay down.

'I don't have to see this.' Newt seemed disgusted by the wound. He walked a bit further away from us.

I put some of my water on the cloth and gently wiped some blood off Logan's back. He winced but didn't resist.

'What do you think happened?' I wondered.

'Guess something sharp fell on top of my back.' Logan groaned when I touched the wound.

'Sorry.'

'Don't be.'

When all the blood was gone, I noticed something else. A big, thick, white line was next to the wound. It was a scar. 'How'd get that?'

Logan's breathing hitched. 'Get what?'

'That scar.'

'I don't have a scar.' Logan roughly pulled his shirt back down and got up.

'Logan, I saw it. Don't lie.' I got up too.

'It's nothing.' Logan rubbed the back of his neck and started walking towards Newt.

'Logan, wait.' I quickened my pace. 'Who did that? How'd you get it?'

'Stop asking about it, Nora.' Logan snapped. 'It's not your business.'

The comment hurt, but he was still right. It was none of my business, but I was curious and worried.

'What's wrong?' Newt walked over to me. 'Did he do something?'

'No. It's fine.' I quickly said. 'Let's go.'

~

The rest of the day we were all quiet. All deep in thought probably. I was mostly thinking about the deaths, again... And Logan. Why did I ask about the scar? I was curious, but now I made him upset. I never meant to do that. I started to get upset and anxious too.

The whole time we had been running, so I didn't have much time to think about everything, but now everything seemed to hit me.
Winston's death especially. As always, I felt like it was my fault. I didn't get why I always thought that.
Maybe I just wished I could've died in their place. I didn't add much to the group anyways. I never did much useful. The only thing I did was harm myself, which I hadn't done in a long time already. It was very tempting for me to do it again.

After thinking about everything, I got so anxious, I asked the two boys if we could have a break again. They agreed and sat down on the ground.

'I'm going to look over there.' I motioned at some trees in the distance.

'Do you want me to come with you?' Newt looked up.

'No. It'll be fine. I'll be back in a minute.' As I walked away, behind the trees, I felt the knife in my pocket. I sat down against a thick tree and grabbed the knife. Slowly I rolled my sleeve up and looked at the cuts. The deep ones were just a few lines now. They were starting to turn white. Like scars.

I bit my lip and trailed the knife down on my wrist. Tears formed in my eyes at the pain, but I kept going. The pain was so relieving again. I missed doing it. I let out a small sob when a tear fell down my cheek. After a few cuts, I put the knife in my pocket again and put pressure on the cuts with my hands. I winced at the pain.

'Nora?' I suddenly heard. Quickly I wiped my tears away. 'What are you-.'

Newt's breathing hitched when he saw me.

'Hey.' I casually said.

Newt's face darkened when I got up from the ground. 'Wrist. Now.'

I frowned. 'No need to be so stern.' I tried to joke.

Newt didn't smile. 'Do it.'

I rolled up my left sleeve, the one I didn't cut on. 'The other one too.'

I bit my lip while rolling my sleeve up. Some more blood was coming out of the cuts. Newt looked at them for a few seconds before roughly grabbing my arm.

'Newt- let go.' I resisted and tried to pull back.

For the first time, Newt acted differently after he saw the cuts. Normally he comforted me and took care of everything, but now... he seemed angry. His eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched.

His grip on my arm tightened. 'Why? You promised not to do it again!' He raised his voice. 'You were doing so well and now- Shit, Nora! Why didn't you just come to us? For once just shuckin' listen! We could've helped you! Don't you get that? We're trying to help. We've been trying for so long but you just don't accept it!' Newt yelled.

There I stood, with tears in my eyes.
'Great.' Newt muttered. He finally let go of my arm and walked away at a fast pace.

~

A/N: Thank you 1234TBS5678
for the ideas of the last scene! (The one between Nora and Newt) <3

From what do you think Logan has a scar on his back?