The Safe Haven (A Newt x Reader Story)

Chapter 5: Night Party

The sounds of booming cheering, chattering, and distant music awoke your sleep. Turning over on your small, cramped bed you peer outside your window to notice it was now dark out. Dimly lit torches, a distant campfire, and the almost full moon were the only things that lit up the outside. Your body felt much more well rested now, although your head still felt as if it had a heart beat at times. Turning back around and relying purely on the small bit of light that came from your window, lit up by the moon, you stumbled around your room in search of your dresser. Unfortunately, you found your dresser by stubbing your toe into it and letting out a yelp. On top of your dresser held a small gas lit lantern that you snatched up quickly and lit it up.

This was much better now.

With the lantern in one hand, you dug through your dresser drawers with the other. You didn't own many clothes. A lot of them came from those you stole while out in the scorch, but Vince was kind enough to bring shipments of new clothes every month or so. It wasn't often though that you would find something made for a girl your size. You only stood 5'1 at the most and you held most of your weight at your hips and chest. This didn't allow you to find much that was proportionate to you, so usually you made due by cuffing the bottoms of your pants and rolling up your sleeves, but more recently, one of the islanders named Allia had noticed your problems and offered to teach you to sew. She was a small girl as well, standing about the same height as you, but was much more petite. You swore she couldn't weigh anything more than 100 pounds. She was shy and you never saw her eat or talk with anyone else, which made you wonder about her backstory and where she came from. It also made you wonder why she chose to talk to you of all people first on the island. You weren't exactly the most approachable type of person, or you didn't figure you were, so why you?

Beside that point, she taught you how to size the clothes to fit your body better and how to stitch. This really came in handy in the next shipment. The day Vince came back with a shipment of clothes, food, and necessities, Allia came with you to help you pick out things that you two could possibly alter. You never had clothes that fit you any better after that day. You even began to take your old clothes and alter those as well, but time didn't allow very much for you to finish much of that so far.

You were looking for a particular pair of shorts you and Allia made from a pair of pants that had moth holes and burns in from the knee down. They were only worn at night though when the sun had gone down. The sun's rays were too much for bare skin to deal with sometimes. Deep in your bottom drawer, you found them neatly folded and you held them up with pride. For the shirt, you grabbed a tight, stretchy, long sleeved, black shirt. Fitting wise, it was your favorite. You didn't even need to alter it. Since it was a stretchy material, it clung to your skin beautifully and accentuated every curve you had. You loved it. You threw your outfit on, accessorized with your lovely mud covered boots, the only ones you own that don't have holes ripped into them. You let your hair down from its knotted ponytail and combed it out aggressively since the tangles and knots had made a home on your head.

Finally, you looked into the small handheld mirror you had picked up while in the scorch. The edges of the mirror were scraped and cracked a bit, but overall was in good shape considering where it came from. It was the only thing you could use to see your reflection. You didn't like to always look in it though. In it, you could see your scrapes and scars that covered your face from the years of fighting and running from WICKED. The one that bothered you the most was the scar that ran through your upper lip. You had sliced open your lip when fighting against a WICKED guard. It needed stitches after that and luckily, you had met Mary soon after. She stitched you up really well, but since then, it left a nasty scar that you hate to look at. Besides the scar, your hair fell weightlessly onto your back and shoulders, holding a small wave to it from being up in a ponytail all day. You gave yourself a smile, set down the mirror, blew out your lantern, and headed out to the late night gathering outside.