Newt: From Accounts

Chapter One- Alby

Songs for this chapter- 

Washing Machine Heart- Mitski

Party In The USA- Miley Cyrus

You Are In Love- Taylor Swift

Newt was my saving grace.

When I came up in the Box, I was terrified. No one else but me, myself and I. I hardly survived the first day in the Glade, but I soon figured out how to make food and create shelter for myself.

No, I didn't need saving physically, but mentally I was drowning in the endless sea of loneliness. The only thing I knew about myself was my name, I didn't know that colour of my eyes, the shape of my nose. I felt smothered by the huge space I had all to myself. Every day I wished for company.

Exactly a month later I was busy patching up the roof of my shelter, when an alarm began to blare loudly, causing me to nearly fall from my makeshift ladder. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst out at any given moment.

I approached the Box with absolute caution, my breathing faster than ever, my movements slow and careful. Then I peered inside the Box, and i gasped when i saw what lay below me.

A boy.

Another living, breathing human being. A companion—finally, a companion!

My heart raced as I jumped down into the Box, careful of the body below me. I knelt down beside him and tapped him gently on the arm. His eyes flew open and he sat himself up with a start.

"Where am I?" He asked me, fear and anxiety in his eyes.

"I don't know, myself." I said. "But I call it the Glade. I'm Alby."

The boy seemed to accept that I didn't know much more than he did. I helped him out of the Box and gave him a tour of his new home.

That night, I made him dinner—grilled fish and some weedy vegetables I had barely managed to grow. We ate in silence for most of the meal until the boy spoke up.

"My name is Newt," he told me. I nodded, my smile visible.

"You have no idea how pleased I am to see another person here," I said.

"I'm sure it bloody is" laughed Newt. He had a different accent to me, and I liked it.

Newt and I were fast friends. Best friends. I could listen to him talk forever, or we could sit in silence and just soak up each other.

A year later, and there were now twelve of us living in the Glade. I was good friends with a few of them. Minho, an Asian boy with impressively good hair for a place where we only had soap bars to wash with. He was tall, and had thick biceps and an adventurous spirit that had him constantly wanting to enter the Maze. Yes, I liked Minho, liked spending time with him, but not the same way I did with Newt.

I craved Newt. Craved his company, the sound of his voice, his warm vanilla scent. I wanted to give him everything and more.

Overtime, I realised something that made my breath catch in my throat. I loved Newt. I loved him with all of my heart.

I made a promise to myself one night. I would protect Newt no matter what it took to do so.