Newt imagines 2

13 reasons why

When I tried out for a job, I narrowed the list down to three, medjack, trackhoe and of course, runner. The guys found it amusing, how I managed to juggle two jobs, medjack and trackhoe. I was refused a runner, but that's a story for a different letter, one of the more important letters.

The three guys arrived at the gardens. "We're do we start?" They looked over the green vegetable fields. "Here by the strawberries." Newt says....

-Newt's flashback-
I'm bent over a new soil patch we were building, I stick the shovel in the ground and wipe off the sweat on my head. "Hey Newtie." Her angle like voice hums.
"Hey love." I smile back. "What you eating?"
She opens her mouth showing the strawberry she's eating, she holds the plants in a large bucket. "I guess the creators are finally getting nice." She laughs handing me a strawberry.
"We really shouldn't be eating these." I say savouring the sweet taste. "Anyway the creators were nice the day they put you in that box." I say cringing at my cheesyness.
She hugs me with her muddy hands, wiping muddy on my cheeks. "Aww, your so sweet, but I still prefer strawberries." She giggles eating another.
-end of flashback-

Newt feels a dread inside of him. Was that the day she started falling apart? Was his name going to be in that letter? No it couldn't have been, that was almost two years ago. He opens the letter, part of him dying to see what was inside, the other half mourning in pain, not wanting to be remind of her death.

I loved the gardens working aside my friends, one man, one punk! Ruined it all, slowly destroying me behind their backs.

-flashback-
I pull out the last weed and chuck it into the wheel barrow, I stretch and smile at Newt. His golden hair gleaming in the sunlight, he picks up a bucket and spade, heading towards the deadheads via me.
He carefully taps your head with the spade.
"Newt." You whine. "That been in shit." You brush your hand through your hair.
He laughs and runs his hand through your hair. "There you go, I got it." He pats your back and leaves.
You sit back on your heels, sigh and look over the glade, this place was gorgeous as the sun gleamed off the damp grass.
"Y/n! What the shuck do you think your doing!" Zart yells at me from behind, he marches right up close so he's towering above me. "You going to reply or get back to pissing around?"
"Sorry." I mutter, rolling my eyes, he always does this. "I've finished with the weeds."
He picks a dandelion out of the wheel barrow and throws it in your face. It stung a little but he got mud caked all over you. You gasp and jump to your feet.
"Oh really cause I've just finished off all the weeds you were meant to have got rid of in the potato patch, yesterday!" He was bright red and breathing heavy.
You could feel everyone watching and it made the whole thing worse by double.
"You shouldn't even be here! Your a fucking girl! Who looks like klunk! And has a brain more sloppy than the sloppers! That kind of girl shouldn't be working in any kind of good job!" He yells.

You feel yourself choking as tears threaten to spill out. You push him away and storm off wiping your eyes. You break into a run towards your room at the homestead, everyone was watching you.
-end of flashback-

Newt pauses taking deep breaths. "Did you guys know about this?" He asks them partly hating himself for not noticing her disappearance every time he came back from getting manure.
Minho shakes his head. "That slinthead is going to pay."
Thomas nods in agreement. "Let's finish reading first tho."

I couldn't report it, tell my friends - especially Newt. I continued through the crushing words because I enjoyed working besides him so much. But this isn't about Newt, this is about you, Zart, the man who felt better by taking his anger out on a girl -mentally weaker than everyone else. I had a plan for who number three was going to be, but Zart, you reminded me of someone else. Now they have you to thanks.