If There Is A Light

Chapter 45

Deja-vu. That was what Newt was pretty sure it was called (it sounded right at least). That feeling of something being unpleasantly familiar, but he could not remember, but what else was new? His heart pounded against his chest so hard that he could hear the beating in his ears. He was watching. Ellia was in there she was running and crying, but the solid concrete doors were steadily closing. He knew the rules, but how could he watch that? They all knew that she was not going to make it.

Newt pushed past the outstretched arm trying to stop him and ran through the doors that were dangerously close to squeezing him to death. He made it through. He was not thinking about the consequences of being in the maze after the entrance was shut. He just needed to get to her and he made it. He pulled her into his arms and tried to calm her sobbing by stroking her hair and whispering small words of encouragement. Although he was pretty certain things would not be okay.

A shrill screech echoed throughout the maze.

Newt's breath was labored when he woke up. He found himself waking up like that rather regularly now. It was bittersweet. He missed seeing her face, but he was losing the sense of awareness he had gained in his dreams. He forgot. She was not real. She was a dream.

He dreaded getting up. He was in charge now. Most people (Gally for example) would be honored to be in that position. The new power was not lost on Newt. He knew exactly how big of a deal that was. He trusted Alby, but he was not sure he knew exactly what he was doing. Newt himself did not feel mentally stable enough to handle it... he did not know why Alby thought he was.

"Newt come on the walls are opening!" The youngest Glader tried to wake him up. Newt slowly arose from his hammock and started towards the maze.

"Chuck... they ain't gonna be there, you know that right?" Newt sighed, but he followed anyways. It had been so long since something like that had happened. Well this was the first time anything like this happened. Alby would not be here to comfort all the other Gladers. They had lost the most essential part of the Glade.