THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Trying Again: Chapter 28

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KAYLA'S POV:

Newt's hazel brown eyes darken and a sickening feeling enters my stomach.

"What."

I quickly unlock the Slammer and climb inside. Newt steps back to allow me some space, but I jump into him and wrap my arms around his neck, causing a gasp of pain from the wounded boy.

"Kayla-"

"Newt, I gave you that limp!"

I hug tightly into his chest, feeling his heartbeat increase and breathing quicken.

"Kayla... that's not possible. I told you. I got caught on the bloody-"

"Ivy! Yes! I know! Newt, I used to work for W.I.C.K.E.D!"

Newt shoves me away from him with such force I flinch.

"Kayla, listen to me. Whatever this is, it isn't funny. I'm not sure if you noticed, but the water comes out only in droplets no bigger than my fingernail now... and it isn't affecting the other Gladers. Only you. We have had no dehydration, fainting, light-headiness, or even a headache. All that water you drink, it's collected for about fifteen minutes by the Sloppers just to keep you going. And I don't know what kind of klunk you're talking about with you being part of what put us here, but stop."

I'm taken aback by his sudden cold response, though it only makes me press harder. I fight back.

"I'm not lying! I saw a memory while I was unconscious. I was sitting behind a monitor labeled 'W.I.C.K.E.D' and.... and while you jumped I pressed a button or something that made the ivy... um... Newt I am so so so so so so sorry."

Newt stands stiff, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

He must believe me now....

"Why."

I struggle to speak, realizing what I had done and how it affected him so greatly.

"I-I'm sorry... I don't-"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME DIE!?"

He runs forward, pressing me into the hard, dirt slammer wall. I gasp in pain.

"I WANTED TO BLOODY DIE!!!!"

Newt's spit flies in my face as he screams and his eyes show a mixture of emotions. Love, hatred, confusion, sorrow, anger, and so.... so much more.

Newt starts begging, tears running down his cheeks.

"Please.... Next time I ask... do as I say."

"Next time...?" I whisper, horrified.

Suddenly, boots thump on the ground above me and someone reaches down through the opening, grabbing my shoulders. They pry me from Newt's grip and set me down on the grass.

"Jeez, Newt. I thought you were gonna talk to her not crush her into the wall."

Minho. I sigh in relief.

I hear the sound of wood against wood, a rope tying, then the click of a latch and Minho helps me to my feet.

"Sorry about-"

"Minho... Newt wants to die."

Sorrow washes over his features and he swallows as tears enter his eyes.

"Listen... that limp he has-"

"I know... he told me."

I can't tell him I did it... 

"He's over it, Kayla..."

I can't... I would break him...

Minho pulls me into a brotherly hug and kisses me on the head.

"It's okay..."

"No.. Minho... you don't understand."

I start to sob into his shirt. He pulls away and looks down on me, hands on my shoulders.

"Hey... listen, I went through this before when he tried first, okay? He won't do it again. I promise."

Minho strokes my hair gently, and smiles faintly.

"It's okay.. there's no need to cry."

I sniff and look towards the Slammer where I see Newt lying on the ground through the bars. My breath hiccups and Minho pulls me into another hug.

"Calm down, Kayla..."

This time I retreat first.

"I'm... I'm okay."

"Sure you don't want to sit and chat for a while? I finished my section already."

I shake my head and turn to walk back to the Slammer.

"I want to go talk to Tommy."

Minho nods curtly and starts jogging to the Homestead.

NEWT'S POV:

I lie down against the dirt wall in my cell, breathing slowly and my eyes start to close as I drift towards sleep. The last thing I hear is a sweet, beautiful voice.

"Hey, Tommy."

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No dreams interrupt my slumber, but I wake with a start as a yell breaks the silence.

"ALBY'S DEAD!"