It Wasn't Real

Chapter 19

While Chuck was in the back room, Newt decided to guide Minho outside to the bench to talk with him.

"What did you want to talk about?" Newt asked.

"Newt, my family is still out there."

"What?" Newt asked shocked.

"The Government snatched me from school. My family wasn't there. They could still be alive somewhere."

Newt looked pained. "Minho that's great." He said. He wouldn't tell Minho, but he was worried that the Government still had killed his parents. If what Thomas said was true it wouldn't be that much of a surprise if they really did kill innocent people for no reason, they'd done so before.

"I'm going to find them." Minho said determined.

Newt smiled. "We will. Just please don't get your hopes up. We don't know what the Goverment has done. I don't want to see you get hurt."

Minho nodded. "I won't. I promise."

"Good." Newt nodded. "Is there anything else you wanted to say?"

Minho shook his head. "No that's all."

"Okay. Let's head back then."

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They walked back to the main room. Chuck was still back with Teresa, and Thomas was now sitting at the empty table where the four of them sat before Chuck went back and Minho and Newt left to talk.

They sat down quietly, Thomas looked between the two. "Judging by Minho's face I assume it was good news?"

Minho smiled and nodded. "Very good news."

They talked for awhile as they waited for Chuck to return. It was only about five minutes after they ran out of things to talk about that Chuck returned. He was smiling which calmed everyone down.

Teresa sighed. "That is all I can do today. Everyone rest up and I will start again tomorrow." Some Gladers sighed in dissapointment while others just nodded, understanding how tired her abilities make her.

They all went to their rooms, leaving only Minho, Teresa, Chuck, Newt, and Thomas. Newt stood up and sighed. "Well I'm beat; there is only so many bloody speeches you can give in a day. If you don't mind I'll head off to bed now." They all nodded. "Teresa, Minho, since your rooms are on the way to mine how about we walk together." He suggested.

Teresa and Minho nodded, sensing that Chuck and Thomas wished to be alone.

The three Gladers got up and walked out. 'Thanks.' Newt heard Thomas say in his head.

'You're welcome, Tommy.' Newt replied.

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After saying goodnight to both Teresa and Minho, Newt opened his bedroom door. Heading inside, he quickly got ready for bed and collapsed, falling asleep instantly.

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The next few days everyone got their memories back, until only Newt was left. He was dreading his memories, knowing they wouldn't be happy ones like Minho or Chuck.

Teresa walked back to the common room. "Newt." She said softly.

Newt looked up from his book; he placed the book on the table and gulped.

"It'll be fine." Minho said.

"Yeah, it really isn't that bad." Gally agreed not sounding reassuring at all as he probably had one of the best pasts; he was one of the few orphans who was adopted by the Government when he was just a baby. He never knew any different, nor did he have to witness the Government's cruelty.

Newt reluctantly nodded and followed Teresa to the back room. She looked worn out, her skin was much paler than usual, her once brilliant blue eyes now looked dull with fatigue and had dark bags under them.

"Are you sure you want to do this today?" Newt asked. "You look worn out. I can wait until you are better."

Teresa shook her head. "I'll be fine."

Newt cleared his throat. "Are you gonna get your memories back after you finish?"

Teresa sighed sadly. "No, I can't get my memories back. Someone took them from me and Jorge told me they died while I was in the simulation. I'll have to find another way."

Newt nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. How about you lay down? I would like to get this over with." She sighed, gesturing towards the bed.

The room was open with only a bed, a chair, and a lamp. Newt walked over to the bed and laid down. Teresa sat in the chair and put her hands on either side of his face, her pointer and middle fingers on his temples.

His vision went black for a second before it lit up with memories of his past, the scenes and emotions going by so fast it was dizzying. By the time it was over Newt was close to tears.

"Are you okay?" Teresa asked.

Newt nodded. "Just- just give me a minute."

He quickly forced himself to calm down before walking back to the common room, Teresa leading the way. He stepped into the large room and was immediately surrounded by his friends.

"What do you remember?" Thomas asked.

Newt smiled. "Everything." He walked past the Gladers, over to Arthur. "Uncle Arthur. I'm so, so sorry. I never meant for my parents to-"

He was cut off by an embrace. "Don't apologize. You were just a child, you were scared. I have no right to blame you, and I don't. Even back then I never did. So don't blame yourself. Okay?"

Newt nodded and hugged him back, trying hard not to cry but it was all in vain. He finally caved in and let the tears fall. "Thank you." He whispered.

A/N: Thank you to AG2000 for proofreading this story! Without you this story would never have made it to the end, nor would it be as good as it is!