Abused ≫ Newt [2]

Chapter 4.

WARNING TO ALL:
This chapter is going to be extremely emotional. If you are an emotional person, like me, I suggest you read this with a box a tissues beside you.

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It's been three days since Chuck arrived in the Glade. The kid still kept to himself, sitting alone at lunch, only talking to people unless he absolutely needed to. Except for Newt. He'd talk to him. It made Newt feel better about himself, that he was there for the Greenie. He was so young- couldn't be any older than thirteen. Newt just couldn't understand what kind of monster would take a thirteen year old kid away from his parents, only to be placed in this hell hole.
It's been six days since he found Emily. Six. He was doing better- he wasn't moping around in the tiny room in the Homestead all day anymore. But he still felt the same pain, still had the same longing to just slip into whatever state she was in with her.
He missed her, but he was beginning to do better. He knew she would be proud of him, and that when she woke up, she would want to see him healthy and active, not sleeping on her knees while looking half-dead.
Though he was with her now, since he had nothing else to do. Alby was kind enough to let him take a few days off, to regain his strength before heading back out into the Maze. He sat in a chair next to her bed, his hands wrapped around her's. He spoke to her in a low voice; he liked to think that she could hear him, and he liked to keep her updated on everything that was going on in the Glade.
"Chuck's still the same. He's starting to settle in, but not as fast as the others. Definitely not as fast as you did," he said with a smile. "He's training as a Slicer today. I don't think he'll enjoy it, not many people do. He just doesn't seem like the type to enjoy slaughtering animals. Maybe a Track-Hoe."
He suddenly cut off, realizing how stupid he probably sounded. If anyone were to enter the room right now, they'd think he was going crazy. He smiled slightly and leaned down, placing a kiss on her cool forehead.
"I miss you, love. Get as much rest as you need, but please wake up soon."
He heard the door creak open behind him. He turned to see Alby standing in the doorway. His old friend approached him, greeting him with a small smile.
"Has she moved at all?"
Newt shook his head. She hadn't moved an inch since a few days ago. She lay completely still, as if her whole body was frozen solid. Her skin was ice cold, as well, which only made the frozen theory even more likely.
He heard Alby sigh beside him, though he didn't look at him. He was too busy staring at her. Her lips were barely parted, her eyebrows furrowed together slightly. She looked almost peaceful, and Newt wished she could always look that way. He couldn't bare to ever see her with as much panic in her eyes as he did when she was getting Banished. It hurt him seeing her like that.
He had a sudden longing to lean down and press his lips against hers. He remembered a fairy tale he used to read to his sister- not the title of it, nor the names of the characters, only the basic storyline. A princess fell into a coma, and she could only be woken by the kiss of her prince. She was his princess; perhaps he was her prince. He would've done it, kissed her, if only Alby wasn't in the room. He knew he would only look like a fool in front of him, so he held back. He would kiss her later, when they were alone.
"I don't know how much longer this can go on." Alby's voice brought him out of his gaze. He turned to look at the dark-skinned boy, his eyebrows ceased together.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this-" he motioned towards Emily as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Her, Newt. Gally was awake within two days after getting the Serum- she's been unconscious for six."
"What are you saying?" Newt narrowed his eyes, turned to look at him.
"We can't go on like this, Newt," Alby said. "If she doesn't wake up in the next few days, we're just gonna have to accept that she's not coming back."
"She's alive!" Newt exclaimed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You can see her chest moving, I can hear her buggin' heartbeat!"
Alby raised a hand, signalling for Newt to calm down. Though he couldn't calm down, not when Alby was saying things like that.
The leader closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing his temples. "You just have to understand, Newt. What use is she to us if she's just laying there?"
Newt stared at him. He couldn't really mean that, he couldn't. Alby was never this heartless.
"What use is she to us if she's dead?" His voice was low, a mere growl as he stared at the boy he once called his friend.
Alby reached over and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly , though he only shrugged it off.
"I just hope you understand," Alby said as he stood up. He began walking to the door, rubbing his temples as he did so.
"No, I don't bloody understand," Newt said.
Alby turned around, "Then try." And with that, he exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Newt stared at the wooden door, rage boiling inside him. How could Alby say something like that ? How could he be so heartless?
He turned back to Emily, letting out a deep breath as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"You have to wake up, Emily. Please, just to it for me. I need you."
I'm trying, Newt. Give me time. I'm trying.
Newt leaned down, resting his head on her stomach, closed his eyes as he spoke quietly.
"I miss you so much, princess."
I miss you too, my prince. More than you could ever imagine.
Newt lifted his head as a sort of hissing noise came from her. His eyes widened, his heart seeming to skip a beat as he stared the girl. Her face was a deep shade of blue, her hands were wrapped tightly around her neck as a choking sound escaped from her parted lips. Her green eyes stared sightlessly up at the sky. It took him a moment to realize that she was choking herself. He grabbed her hands and tried to pry them off of her neck, but her grip was too strong. It was as if something were controlling her- giving her some unatural strength.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, shook her, tried to wake her up.
"Emily!" He turned around, screamed as long as he could, "Clint, Jeff! Get your bloody asses in here!"
And then she stilled. One last raspy breath escaped her mouth before it closed, her eyes still staring sightlessly up into nothing. Her chest no longer gently rose and fell with her breathing, and he realized that she had stopped breathing. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently, felt tears beginning to form in his eyes.
The door swung open, and Clint and Jeff ran into the room. Their eyes were wide with panic as they checked her over. Jeff checked her pulse, his eyes desperate as he did so. Newt remembered how close they had become.
His heart was pounding in his chest; he felt nauseous, light-headed. This couldn't be happening, not now. He stared down at the girl as the two Med-Jacks performed CPR, tears falling from his eyes without him even noticing.
Clint suddenly pulled away from her, shook his head slighty at Jeff before turning to him.
"Newt, she's not breathing." His voice shook, was full as sadness as he spoke. "She's gone, man."
Newt barely heard him over the ringing in his ears. He collapsed to the floor, the dizzyness suddenly too much for him. He fought to process Clint's words. It couldn't be true- it just couldn't. She wasn't dead, she couldn't be.
"No"
He looked around for the source of the voice, not even realizing that it was him that spoke. Clint and Jeff knelt beside him, murmuring comforting words. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but the looks on their faces were enough. They felt sorry for him.
Why'd they feel sorry for him? They should feel sorry for her, not him. She was the one that just lost her life, not him. But, he did just loose the girl he loved, and that was equivelent to loosing his life.
She was the light if his life. She was the only reason he kept going- stayed alive- in the hell hole they called home. If it wasn't for her, he would've given up long ago.
"No, no, no, no..."
He suddenly stood up, shaking his head as he began pacing the room. And then he ran. He ran out the door, out of the Homestead.
There was only one place where he could escaped all the pain, all the nightmares- everything. And for good. The Maze.

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-Minho-

Minho ran into the Homestead, panic pricking at his insides as he entered Emily's room. There was no way it could be true- not after her holding on for so long. She was alive, not dead. She couldn't be dead.
Clint and Jeff stood over her still body, murmuring quietly to each other. Minho couldn't hear what they were saying, but at that moment, he didn't care.
He approached the girl he called his best friend, felt tears forming in his eyes as he stared down at her still body. Her green eyes stared sightlessly up at the sky, her chest still. He closed his eyes and looked away; he couldn't bare to look at her any longer. Not like this.
"Where's Newt?" His voice came out as a croak. He forced himself to open his eyes and look at the two Med-Jacks.
"He ran out into the Maze about an hour ago," Jeff answered, his voice shook. "Alby said to leave him, to let him grieve."
Minho felt a wave of panic shoot through him at the thought of Newt running the Maze alone. The boy was broken before Emily came; he couldn't even imagine how he felt now. He couldn't be out there alone. He turned to leave, to go after his friend, as he was unable to stay in the same room as Emily's corpse any longer. But he stopped as a gasp escaped Clint's mouth.
"No way."
Minho hesitantly turned around, his eyes widening at the scene before him. Emily's eyes were now closed, her chest rising and falling normally, as if she never stopped breathing in the first place. She was alive.
Minho couldn't process anything, barely noticed the two words that fell from his mouth.
"Holy shuck."
A small smile appeared on his lips as he stared at her. He always knew she was a fighter- that she would never give up that easily. He quickly turned to leave; he had to find Newt. He had to bring him back.

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-Newt-

His hands were bloodied and sore from climbing. He stared down at them blindly, his tears mixing with the blood that dripped from the wounds. The wind blew through his hair, ringing in his ears. He barely noticed it; he barely noticed anything, except for the pain he felt in his heart.
She was gone.
He focused on the stone floor below him, studied every single crevice and crack as he attempted to calm his jumbled thoughts. The floor seemed so far down, so far away, when in reality, it was only about fifty feet below him.
He stood on the Maze wall, staring down at the broken floor. Broken- like him.
He felt so much higher up than he was in reality, but he knew that the fifty foot drop would serve its purpose well.
He ran out into the Maze in attempt to calm himself down. It didn't work well, however, as everything reminded him of her. He remembered the night she was Banished, imagined her running through the Maze as a griever chased her, only to get stung multiple times anyway.
She never stood a chance out here, and yet she still fought till the death.
That's what he loved about her. She was always willing to fight, no matter how difficult or stupid the situation was. She was always a fighter, even until the very end.
As he stood, looking out over the Maze, he realized how little of a world he lived in. How limited he was of freedom. How small he really was. The Maze seemed to be never-ending, its winding paths streching on and on as far as he could see. He was just a mere ant in the sidewalk- that's all he was. He felt trapped, he was trapped. He was a prisoner. He never wanted to be, all he wanted was to save his sister from whatever horrible disease infested the outside world. He never meant to be a prisoner, stuck inside this hell hole.
When he lost Emily- his love- he finally built up the courage to do something he wanted to do ever since he arrived in this place.
Don't do it, Newt. Please. I'm safe, I'm here. Please don't leave me.
Her voice spoke to him in his head, a mere whisper in his ears. For a moment, he wanted to believe her- that she was okay, alive. For a mere second, he almost climbed down those vines and ran back to the Glade. But then he stopped himself.
She was gone. She wasn't coming back. And yet no one seemed to even care. They picked up their heads and moved on with their lives, even Minho.
He felt broken, weak. Useless. He was doing this for her as much as himself. He didn't want her to be alone, wherever she was. He was going to be with her, no matter what.
The cool breeze blew across his skin, sending goosebumps up his arms. He felt like a bird, soaring in the wind, and for a moment, he imagined that he was flying. When he was a kid, he always dreamed of flying on his own, without a plane. He always planned on doing it someday.
Perhaps now was his time to fly.
He knew he could never fly unless he let himself fall.
He felt himself leaned forwards, and before he knew it, he felt himself plummeting towards the floor. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feelings on the wind in his hair.
But then he stopped falling. With a thick crack of bone following by the sound of his skull hitting the stone wall, his vision went black.

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WELLL THIS WAS A NICE CHAPTER TO WRITE.....
I'm not crying at all... :'(
Okay, fine. I'm sitting in my room at 1am bauling my eyes out because of my own writing.
Until next time, my lovelies <3 (as long as I don't die from an emotion overload)