Group C

Chapter twenty-two

He just kept crying. I felt so bad for him. I wished I could remember...just for him. So I could know...why he was sorry...why I called him Tommy instead of Thomas like everyone else...I was pulled out of my thoughts by Flo walking up to us. She took one look at Thomas and then gave me a knowing look.
"Newt! What did you do to poor greenie over here?" As soon as Thomas heard the girls voice he stopped crying.
"Nothing..." I replied. She started untying the rope that fastened the jail.
"You ok greenie?"
"Yea...I guess"
"Remember your name?"
"Thomas" she let him out. He bolted out of the jail as fast as he could.
"Ok..." Flo said
"Come with me shanks!" We started walking to the big building.
"Sorry we locked you up in the slammer greenie, we were just scared ya see" she said, meaningfully.
"It's ok" Thomas muttered. I could feel that Thomas didn't like Flo for some reason.
"This by the way is the homestead!" We walked inside. Lou was in there. Sitting on a chair. She looked up when they entered.
"Hey greenies, Flo" she said
"You guys will be builders today!" She explained.
About an hour later we found ourselves repairing a part if the homestead. I had been trying to avoid talking to Thomas. I didn't know what to say to him. He was fine one moment and the next he was crying uncontrollably.
"...Newt?"
"Yea?"
"Do you remember....anything?"
"No"
"Nothing?"
"No"
"No even-"
"No, Thomas-I mean Tommy"
"...ok"
That was the length of our conversation. I wanted to know...I wanted to know so badly. I wanted to know who I was....why we were here. I wanted to know everything....but I wasn't ready...I wasn't ready to find out, not yet...
We finished, ate and then I started walking over to my usual sleeping place, in the forest. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around, it was Thomas.
"Hey Newt!"
"Hi Tommy" he court up with me.
"Where you going?"
"To the tree" I pointed
"Can I come?"
"Why not?"
"Thanks" we sat down and before I knew it, I was asleep.

Darkness. I heard the gun shot again.

Bang!

Then. light. blinding light. I was on a bed. There where faces, masked faces, looking down at me. voices.

"We're going to have whipe his mermory?"

"Again?""

"Well we can't do anything else, can we?"

"What about thomas?"

Then. darkness.