Bewitching

28|Always kiss me goodnight

I walked away from Tom, from Alby, from Chuck. From everything. I needed a break. I broke into a jog as my emotions threatened to overwhelm me. I was a boat floating on the water. In the middle of a storm, with a broken hull. I sped up, finding myself heading to where I knew one person wouldn't hate me. Blair. I felt my face crack into a smile as I saw him, and he welcomed me with open arms. We stood there for awhile, hugging in the peace and quiet like that. He put his mouth by my ear. "Been a rough day, huh?" I started to laugh. "That's an understatement." And then I was crying. I finally broke down. We sank to the floor, and Blair held me as I sobbed, whispering comforting words in my ear. I cried for my past, which I couldn't remember. I cried for my parents, who I knew were dead. I cried for all of the lives that were going to be lost before all of this was over. I cried for Newt, and all of the undying love I felt for him. I cried for Thomas, who seemed to love me, even though I didn't know him. And finally, I cried for everything I had done. I regretted it. I regretted it all with a burning passion. And through it all, Blair was my solid rock. Newt was my sand, unpredictable, unstable, and anything but solid. But that's when I realized that's what I loved about him. I loved him. And I might never get to tell him.
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I shuffled across the floor, yawning. I was so tired. I couldn't sleep last night, with Newt lying as stiff as a board next to me on the bed, as far away as he could get. I rubbed my surely bloodshot eyes and tried to wake myself up.
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I was still combing through my wet hair as I scrambled to make it to the Medjack room. I leaped up the steps two at a time, desperately trying to dry and brush my hair at he same time. I burst into the room to find complete and utter chaos. "Grab that-no not that! Ugh. Stop being so stupid, this is serious! Oh! Lizzy, thank god, a little help here!?" I gasped at the sight of all the blood. Luckily I had gotten over fainting as a Medjack, but I still got queasy. My stomach turned. A boy was lying on the bed, his shaking hands covering a wound on his stomach that was gushing blood. I gave up on my hair and tied it into a twist bun. "What do you need?" I gulped. He worked quickly on the boy. "I'm cleaning it right now-the builders were fooling around on top of something and he fell onto something sharp-shuck idiots. But I need you to grab the needle and thread and sanitize the needle." He looked grimly up at the moaning boy. "Sorry, no time to numb it."
Just as I handed the needle and thread to Jeff the Glader started thrashing around, screaming. Blood flowing like a red river out of the newly cleaned wound. He was going to die of blood loss of he kept up like that! Clint and I rushed forward and held him down, watching as his screams turned for absolute terror to complete and utter pain as Jeff started.
Just as Jeff finished Newt and Ably burst into the room, clearly panicking. "Who got bloody stung?" Newt demanded, glancing around. A look of pure confusion crossed his face as he lay his eyes on all of the blood and the whimpering, sweaty, pale Glader in the bed. "What happened?" Alby leaned forward to get a closer look, clearly unfazed by the sight. I groaned and shook my head, trying to walk out, but ending up slamming into the freaking doorframe and landing on my butt. "Yeah, we got over the fainting and vomiting part, by she still gets really dizzy." Jeff explained as two people hauled me up. I kept my eyes closed. "Take her outside." Jeff ordered. I heard a couple grunts as I was helped into the hall. As the scent of blood cleared from my nose, my head cleared and I sheepishly opened my eyes. Two sets of worried eyes watched me. "Bloody hell, are you alright Lizzy?" Newt sounded genuinely worried. I glanced at Clint, who had a slight frown on his face. I just grunted and struggled to get up, wanting to take my mind off of the vicious rocking in my stomach. Newt and Clint hauled me up by my arms. I staggered a bit, and Newt caught me. "I'll bring her to our room." He whispers, helping me down the hallway. I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling the stiffness of his body. I wished it was back how it used to be, before Ricky came. When Newt and I kissed in the Deadheads, and cuddled in our sleep, sneaking kisses on cheeks. I looked up at him, and his eyes were firmly planted down the hall. Sleep threatened to take me away with the tide, but I struggled against it. I needed to tell him. He lay me down on the bed, and settled me in. My eyes closed halfway, and he kissed my forehead, then starts to leave. "Newt." I whispered, wishing him to hurry. So, so tired. No sleep last night, and now this incident. Wears a girl down. He turned and put his hand on my forehead. "Yes, love?" A single tear ran down my cheek as I recalled all of the good times we'd spent together. It might never be the same again, all because of Ricky. "I.." I whispered, feeling sleep calling my name. I slipped farther into its grasp. "I...I..." A soothing blackness covered me, and I fell into a deep sleep. The last thing I felt was Newts cool lips on mine.

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I sneezed, wiping my nose as I looked around. This was a strange, strange place. Where are my parents? Why did they bring me here? And worst yet, leave me? I knew they were doing something important. WICKED, they said they would call it. A search to find a cure for a seemingly incurable disease. I coughed, swallowing hard. I felt nauseous with worry. I hoped. The door in front of me slid open, and a woman with brown hair tied up into a bun came in, a tired but happy look on her strained face. "My Lizzy." She dropped to her knees and held out her arms. I ran to her and hugged her. Mom.

Before she went crazy. I thought, then went back to the conversation.

"We did it!" My mother almost sobbed. WICKED is ready to be built. That will be our new home, safe from the Flare." She murmured stroking my hair. I sobbed, hugging her tighter. I ready seemed to know what was coming next. My mother pushed me away, a horrible, horrible, sadness pooling in her eyes. "But," Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. "Your father can't come with us. I'm so sorry honey." I cried out, throwing myself in her arms, a thousand emotions tearing through me, ripping me apart. I didn't realize how real this was until it was happening. She cried with me, her wails louder than mine. We cried for him, my father. Images flashed through my brain. A warm smile, being swept off of my feet as I ran home from the bus, a kiss on my nose, then both of my cheeks, then my forehead. A laugh filled to the brim with happiness. My father. My only father. Gone. Forever.

I sobbed harder, not just my memory self this time, but me too.

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"Daddy." I whispered, keeping my eyes closed as I came back to consciousness. "What, love?" There was a pleasant rubbing on my back, but I felt tears slip out. "Daddy." I moaned, curling up into a ball, pulling my emotions back in, and tethering them tight. I wouldn't cry. "Lizzy! Lizzy, what's wrong?" Newt pulled me into a hug, and I snuggled into him. "Just a bad dream." I murmured, wishing so hard for it to be true.

I stared at a wall as Clint changed they Gladers bandages. Suddenly he was snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Hey! Lizzy, earth to Lizzy." I swatted his hand away and glared at him. "What?" He shook his head. "Dan wants to ask you something." I looked wearily at the Glader. "Yeah?" He looked nervous. "You arm. Does it. Does it hurt sometimes?" I had almost completely forgotten. I looked down at my useless left hand. "I glanced backed up at him, my eyes cold. "No." Clint smacked my arm. I threw down the towel I was holding, and looked at Clint pleadingly. "I had a really bad dream last night, and it really shook me up. Can I please have the day off?" I asked, hearing the shakies in my voice. He looked at me sympathetically. "Sure, Lizzy. Go right ahead." I glanced at Dan. "Sorry about that." Then I exited quietly, already lost in my own thoughts.

I walked toward Alby and Thomas, who were at the doors. Alby had his hands up, gesturing around him. The Tour. I chuckled and broke into a jog, wanting to meet them.

"Hey, bro." I smacked Thomas's arm as I ran up, slowing. Thomas looked at me. "Wow." I nodded. "It's pretty great, huh." I gestured around us. He shook his head slowly. "Sure." I smacked him on the back. "That'a boy." Alby turned his attention to me. "You were sleeping like a drunk man, so you didn't hear about the dead griever?" Just the word griever sent chills up my back. "What?" I narrowed my eyes. "Minho came back almost passing out hours early yesterday." Thomas replied eagerly, glad to know something. "He found a dead griever when he was out, then came straight back here." I poked at Alby for confirmation. "Really?" He nodded solemnly. I glanced out of the Doors and into the Maze. "Aren't you gonna-" I was cut off as a loud blaring alarm sounded throughout the Glade. Ably went as pale as he could get. "The Greenie Alarm." I gasped. "No, not again!" I cried out, already on a sprint to the Box.

~It's gonna get ugly, guess who's coming? Remember, WICKED is good...
-WarriorBuzz