If There Is A Light

Chapter 30

Okay you guys... I promise I have a reason for this... please don't hate me haha

Newt's head throbbed. The last thing he remembered was lying next to Ellia. He had planned on telling her that he loved her.... Wait did he tell her? What did she say? Newt quickly shot up, he could not remember what happened, but he was going to figure it out.

He scowled. He moved the white gauze that he now realized had been wrapped around his head. He must've been injured. That much was obvious as he examined the blood soaked bandages.

"Have a good nap?" Minho's voice drew Newt from his thoughts. He looked at his friend. He didn't have to say anything, because Minho already knew what he was going to ask. "George. He got stung, not sure how... or when... he went crazy. Cracked you upside the head with a shovel."

"George..." He knew George. He even liked George, and he hated what happened to him. He hated when anything like that happened to any of the Gladers (whether he preferred them or not). He was not particularly concerned with George at that moment though. "Where's Ellia?"

Minho looked confused. He shrugged to convey his lack of understanding to the boy, "Who's – That must've been what you were talkin' about in that dream of yours. Must've been a good one. Ellia's a girl's name, right?"

"What are you talking about? That's not funny. I'm leavin' I'll find her myself." Newt ignored Minho's protests. He stopped only briefly when Minho asked him politely to let Clint look at him. "What the hell is he gonna do? He got his job same way we got ours."

"You know there isn't a shucking Ellia out there, don't you?"

"Yeah! I got that." Newt did know. He did not want to know. In fact he'd rather be dead if that meant he could have stayed where he was. He did not have to look for Ellia. He knew exactly where he was going and she would not be there.

He stared at the cement. The wall was covered in the names of the Gladers. Those who died and those who were still alive (if alive is what you would call what they were). George's name now had a gash running through it. He never liked seeing that, but what he did not see is what bothered him the most. He had a feeling though that he would not see it. Nothing good ever happened in the Glade. Sure they survived, but that's all they were doing. He would consider living if Ellia's name was on there. It wasn't.