Joy pov
. I haven't been sleeping for days. Stupid nightmares! Today was worse then the other days. I'm a runner but I asked mihno for a day off saying I was sick. Truth was I was just trying to calm myself down.  I was in the homestead at the moment freaking out.

The walls closed in 10 minutes. Exactly. I was scared. No terrified. No PETRIFIED. A million thoughts were going threw my head. Where's your Tommy? Is he alive? Did he leave ime? Where is HE?! Newt was next to me trying to keep me from having a panic attack. Those had become common since I went to the maze. They were.......... Dangerous. For me of course. Tomm's the only one who could ever stop it before it became deadly. I could feel my breathing becoming ragged. I did what Tommy would tell me to do. "Breathe joy breathes" I kept thinking. It was no use soon all I saw was black Ora's of the gladers. Newt must have noticed I was going into panic mode because he yelled out"you better be bloody quick about that maze tom!"
I could hear everything going on just not see it. Thoughts were swarming my head. What if Tommy never came back? "I got an idea!"  A voice that sounded like Clint yelled out.
"Josy say five things you can hear!" He said .
"Birds,water,........maze, grievers, death!" I said starting to freak out more. "Not helping Clint!" Newt yelled frantically. "Let's try one more time. 5 things you can feel." Clint continued.
"Tommys lips, pain, grievers sting, death, more pain!" I was going into a dangerous level of panic now.
"Way to go Clint!" Frypan said.
"We need Thomas!" Someone yelled.
"No dip Sherlock!! If you haven't noticed he's not here!" Newt yelled. The room was suddenly getting very very dark. And darker by the second.
"She's breathing harder!" Newt yelled. I was slowly not caring about anything and losing all sense of everything. "Shuck she's almost stopped breathing!" Someone called out. Then I heard it. The doors closing! That was the last thing I had hope in. I felt my hope completely giving up. "No no no! Don't you bloody give up fighting. Not now. Just because those bloody doors closed!" Newt yelled. Then I heard something. But this one was more.... Hopeful. The shack doors open. In ran a figure. That figure was the one I'd went into the panic attack for. The one who kept his promise
Flashback

"Be careful Tommy promise me you'll come back tonight." I said threateningly. He chuckled. "I promise you I'll always come back." Tommy said sighing but his eyes told her he would keep that promise if his life depended on it.

(Present)
Thomas. He was here. Alive! He ran over to me as my knees gave out. But she wasn't out of danger yet. Once your that far into a panic attack. There might be no escape except for one way. Death. Tommy caught me before I hit the floor. His voice was echoey. "Joy! Deep breaths. Come on. I'm right here. There's no grievers." He said soothingly. The rest of it was a blur. I managed to make out two words that gave me immense courage. "I love you." Suddenly all of the room stopped spinning. I could see and hear and my breathing was returning to normal. He sighed in relief. I jumped up and squeezed him hugging him to death and letting lone tears trail down my cheeks. It was exhausting being that terrified. I soon was drifting to sleep. I fell into a black abyss. But unlike this one it was comforting. "That's my baby girl." I heard before falling deeper into the abyss