The Sisters of The Glade (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7 ~ Boys

Thomas got up and ran out of the room, holding his hands to his ears, he obviously must have heard what I heard.

I want to run after him, tell him everything is ok, but I physically can't. I don't have the strength to just get up and go whenever I want to.

I manage to slowly get to my feet, my head whirling around like a tornado. I place one foot in front of another - slowly. Whoosh, whoosh. Every step I take towards Teresa my hearing gives me weird sensations, and not a good kind.

Another step. Whoosh. Closer. Whoosh. I stumble, and grab hold of the bed to give me support. I can't get my act together, it's all just falling to pieces - my world is crashing down. I feel like a pile of rocks have just landed on top of me and I can't find my way out.

'Teresa, wake up.' I plead, 'I need you.'

I feel a few tears running down my face, telling me to give up. But I won't. She is alive. I know she is. I know I'm a girl, but I won't give up that easily.

I sit on the edge of the bed staring at Teresa's lifeless body. For what else had I to do?

After a few moments, I hear a knock on the door. A tall figure comes in with a glass of water in his hands. He limps over and hands the glass to me. I look up to see a very gloom Newt staring down at me. I lightly smile and take a sip from my water.

'You've been here for ages.' He said, worriedly, 'do you need me to anythin' for ya?'

'Get me home maybe.' I slightly chuckle.

'The runners'll be back soon, so dinner should be ready in not that much time. We will have a bonfire tonight for you and everyone can get to know you.'

'A bonfire. For me?' I ask, confused

'Yeah, every greenie gets a bonfire.'

'Ok, I'm beginning to get quiet self-conscious here. Why do you keep calling me greenie?' I place my hand on my cheek, 'is their something on my face.'

He laughs as if I had just said the most stupidest thing in the entire world. 'A greenie is the word we use for newbie, it's glader slang.'

'That explains your weird secret language.' I begin, 'and you must be a glader because we live in the glade, am I right?'

'Wow, you've picked this up pretty quickly.' He said, an impressed look swelling on his face.

'Well, I am pretty smart.' I say, flicking back my hair to add sass.

'For a girl.' He adds quickly.

'Hey.' I laugh and hit his arm. He smiles back, seeming satisfied that he has annoyed me.

My only explanation - boys.