Changing times (TMR)

Chapter 3

Minho stood there gawping. I sniggered at his expression. Newt stood there.
"What?!" I asked him.
"Why?" He replied
"You loved seeing that don't deny it!" I retorted.
Newt sighed, I laughed and walked off, the finger high in the air.

Pain.
My head.
Blackness.
Drowning.
Water.
Air.
White.
WICKED.
Is.
Good.
Safe.
Light.

I woke up to discover Newt in a chair and Minho hovering above me. I shot them both a quizzical look, before getting up out of my bed and walking up and down the room.

WICKED IS GOOD.
Pain.
Blackness....
What was that? An echoing sound.

"Marli, MARLI!" Newt said.
I shot up. Shaking and sweating. I let out a piercing scream, then a short gasp. Minho yelled for Jeff to give me some medicine.

I don't remember much after that, apart from Newt and Minho talking worriedly.

When I finally did come round fully, Newt and Minho engulfed me in a huge hug, squeezing practically all the breath out of me! I laughed, before letting them know that I was about to die!

Staying in bed was horrendous! Newt or Minho brought me up food, and Alby interrogated me every morning, to no avail. Alby finally decided that I was just a normal girl and should be trusted.

I left about a week later, ready to try out the jobs, although I really wanted to be a runner...