Abused ≫ Newt [2]

Chapter 3.

A loud, buzzing alarm woke Newt from his deep slumber. He sat up, his eyes groggy from sleep. He recognized the sound, but it took him a moment to realize just what it actually was. The Greenie alarm. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and forced himself to stand up. A wave of dizzying came over him, and he fell back into his chair.
Three days without food was really getting to him.
He had to see the new Greenie arrive; he knew Emily would've wanted him to. He forced himself into a standing position once more, this time pausing to regain his balance before taking a step. He was light-headed, blurry eyed, but still functioning. He had enough energy to make it out of the Homestead, and perhaps he would finally eat something after three days of fasting.
He dreamt of her last night. Her face staring at him, her eyes burning into his. Her voice spoke to him in his mind. It wasn't really her, but what she "said" to him made him realize something. What good would he be to her when she woke up if he was half-dead himself? She wouldn't want to wake up, only to see him in this state. He had to stay strong for her. So he made the decision to actually behave like a normal person. To eat, bathe, socialize.
That's what she would've wanted, so that's what he was going to do.
He trudged out of the room he had taken refuge in for three days, only to come face to face with Minho. His friend stared at him, wide-eyed, but a small smile slowly crept on to his lips.
"Finally decided to act like a human again?"
Newt only stared at him. He seemed so much happier- much like his old self- than he did when he visited her the day before. If only Newt could be like that.
"Hey." Minho snapped his fingers in front of his face. He shook his head, and focused on his friend as he spoke. "She's breathing, she's alive. She'll wake up, I promise you that."
Newt nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. It seemed as if he said anything- even one, simple word- it would drain the last of his energy, and he would collapse right then.
Minho seemed to notice, as he rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, "You look half-dead, man. We still have a good twenty minutes before the Greenie arrives. Let's get you something to eat."

All eyes were on Newt as he and Minho trudged out of the Homestead. He hated being under everyone's gaze, though he didn't blame them. He had been in the Homestead for three days, refusing to talk to anybody. People were beginning to think he was dead, as well.
Frypan smiled at him, his eyes warm, as he piled his plate with food.
"It's good to know you've decided to act human again."
His voice was full of humor, though Newt couldn't find it in himself to laugh. Once again, he felt as if even a simple chuckle would drain the last of his energy. He only merely smiled, the best he could do whilst feeling the way he did, and went to join Minho at their usual table.
His heart ached as he looked at the empty space beside him. Emily should be there, laughing and joking with them. He shook his head, forced himself to think happy thoughts. She would be soon, it was only a matter of time. Her body was just healing itself, that's all.
He devoured his first plate of eggs and bacon in minutes, savoring every single bite as if it were his last. He went up for seconds, which Frypan glady gave him, and devoured that plate as well. He slowly felt his energy trickling back into him as he finished off his second plate. Hunger still gnawed at his belly, though it wasn't as bad as before.
Minho watched as he ate the last few bits of bacon, his eyes shining with amusement. Newt groaned happily, pushing his empty plate away from him. This was the best he had felt in three days, and it felt good.
"Man, that was bloody amazing."
Minho laughed- actually laughed. A sound Newt was no longer used to hearing. It felt good to his ears, sent a wave of warmth through him.
"You sure did eat quickly," Minho said. "And I'm glad, too. I was beginning to think you were about to drop dead any second. You look a little more human, at least. Still ugly, but human."
Newt rolled his eyes, "Thanks, Minho."
His friend shrugged, "Just trying to lighten the mood. You need to smile, you don't do that enough these days."
That's because the reason for the smiles is currently laying in a bed unconscious, he said to himself, but didn't dare say it outloud. It would only send Minho on a rampage of rants about how she was going to wake up soon, and that it was only a matter of time. He wanted to believe it, he really did. He just had a hard time doing so.
For the second time that morning, a low alarm rumbled throughout the Glade. The ten minute marker for the Box. Minho looked at him, raised an eyebrow as he spoke.
"Wonder if it's another girl this time. I could use a little lovin' myself. If you know what I mean."
Newt closed his eyes and sighed at his disgusting attempt of a joke.
"What about your griever girlfriend. Katy, is it?"
"Katherine," Minho said with a smirk. "And she's okay. But I could use someone a little closer to my size."
"I'll be sure to tell you that next time I run into her, as long as she's not tearing me apart."
Minho gasped, brought his hand over his mouth in mock surprise. "Did Newt just make a joke? Oh my, I never thought this day would come."
Newt smiled and rolled his eyes. A real smile. He felt a lot better, and realized that it was better if he was out here, socializing, instead of sitting in that tiny room, staring at an unconscious girl for hours.
But what if she woke up, and he wasn't there? What if she needed him to comfort her? He felt a sudden longing to run back into the Homestead, to check on her. But he quickly pushed the feeling back down. That wouldn't be what she wanted.
I'm proud of you, Newtie. You needed Minho's company, not mine.
Once again, he heard her voice in his mind. He smiled at the thought of her actually being able to speak to him telepathically. Perhaps it really was her, somehow speaking to him while she was in that state of unconsciousness. It made him feel better, safer, almost.
"Come on." Minho's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "The Greenie should be arriving any minute now. We should get over there."
A group of boys had crowded around the Box hole, whispering amongst themselves as they waited for the lift to arrive. As Newt and Minho approached them, it seemed as if all eyes were on him. He looked down at the ground, unable to meet anyone's eye.
He knew they looked at him differently now- they probably couldn't believe that he was their second-in-command. That he would be their leader if something ever happened to Alby. They probably thought he was weak, and perhaps he was.
He was thankful when the boys turned their gazes to the Box once more. There was a loud grinding sound of rusty gears and chains, and then another buzz. Gally and Alby approached the Box, opened the sliding rusty doors. Gally disappeared into the Box, a loud clanking sound the only thing that he had landed safelty- and wasn't plummeting towards his death.
Low whispers came from inside the Box- a low growl followed by a higher pitched voice. It was either another girl cowering in the Box, or a young boy.
"I think my wishes came true," Minho leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I wonder if she's Asian, like me."
A moment later, Gally was lifting someone out of the Box. Though it wasn't another girl, it was a boy. A young one, at that. He looked to be around only twelve or thirteen, cowering on the ground as the Gladers crowded around him. Newt struggled to see over the crowd, to take in the boy's physical appearance. He was short, and quite chubby, as well. His hair was a mop of long, brown curls, his eyes a bright blue color.
Alby pushed through the crowd of boys, approached the boy. His face was like stone, his mouth curled into a scowl as he stared down at him. Newt knew he was only trying to appear intimidating, and it seemed to be working. The poor kid was shaking violently, held his knees against his chest as he stared up at Alby with wide-eyes.
"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie."
Newt flinched as Alby used the term Emily came up with. They caught on to it so quickly- it had become a tradition.
"Do you remember your name?" Alby asked. The kid nodded. "Well, what is it?"
"Ch-chuck." The boy's voice shook as he spoke. The slightest hint of a smile appeared on Alby's face, only to return to it's original scowl a moment later.
Newt couldn't break his gaze away from the kid. He seemed so young... so innocent. How could anyone put a kid like him in a hell hole like this? It was so unfair. He reminded Newt so much of Emily, and yet he had no idea why. Perhaps it was the way he looked up at Alby with wide, blue eyes, the same way she did when she first arrived. He didn't know, but it only made him feel a longing to head back to the Homestead and check on her.
He shook his head, snapping out of his daze as Alby approached him. Chuck followed close behind him, playing with his fingers as he stared around him with wide eyes.
"It's good to see you've decided to actually move again," Alby said. Newt rolled his eyes. He was sick of hearing that from everyone. It was as if that was all they saw him as- just some random boy moping around over his unconscious girlfriend.
"Hey, can you do me a favor?" Alby spoke in a low voice, as if he wanted no one but Newt to hear what he was about to say. Newt shrugged, and he continued. "I want you to look after the Greenie. Emily is usually the one to do it but since she's not exactly able to, I want you to. You're the only other person here besides her that can actually help the Greenie without scaring the klunk out of him."
Newt shook his head, "No." He said. There was no way he was going to do that. It would only remind him of her, and he refused to mope around any more.
"Come on, man." Alby leaned closer to him. "You gotta quit acting like you are half-dead. You gotta just admit to yourself that Emily's not here at the moment. She will be eventually, but not right now. You gotta move on with your shuck life."
Newt knew that Alby was right, that he needed to start acting human. Though he couldn't help but feel anger boiling up in the pit of his stomach towards the leader. He hated feeling such anger towards his old friend, he just couldn't help it. He acted as if Emily meant nothing to him, when Newt knew how close they used to be. It couldn't hurt the boy to show at least a little emotion once in a while.
"Fine," He huffed. "I'll show the buggin' Greenie his bed, if it makes you so bloody happy." He pushed past Alby and approached Chuck. The boy stared up at him, his eyes wide with fear. He felt a stab of sympathy towards the kid- he knew exactly what he was going through. He forced a smile on his face, patting the boy on the back. "Come on, Greenbean. I'll be showing you where you sleep."
That-a boy, Newtie. Be nice to the kid. Just don't scare him, you tend to have that problem.
Newt couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as her voice echoed in his mind. He turned to Chuck, waited for him to catch up before speaking.
"Name's Newt, Greenbean. Be sure to come to me if anyone give you any bloody problems, alright?"
"Alright," Chuck nodded and smiled. His smile sent a wave of warmth through Newt as he led the kid towards the Homestead- the best feeling he's felt in three days.

+

GUESS WHO'S BACK, BACK AGAIN.
CHUCK IS BACK, TELL A FRIEND.
Ahhh I've been waiting to add my little Chuckie into the story :3 I'm so happy because him and Emily are gonna have a really close friendship :')
I think this chapter came out pretty damn good, too. I'm proud :D
Alright, until next time, my lovelies <3