Newt imagines 2

Memories? WICKED buried them in the graveyard

Hey guys! I cannot apologise enough for being so inactive lately, I've just had so much going on. This story is another part to one of my earliest stories in this book, which I have written thanks to @catloveswinchesterss !
Also does anyone feel a desperate need for tbs to be in another movie? I really want one to pop out of the blue. I feel like he's practically vanished since the death cure, which is fair enough it's his life, but I miss him 😢.
Photo above ^ is new of him in London with fans... So hot!

I had become WICKED's dog. They would train me and make me work on computers, maths puzzles beyond understanding or analysing thousands of pages of documents. And in return I got my treat. An hour on the screens.

It was weird watching the guards take a boy once a month in the ripeness of dawn, to then see him on the screens in the afternoon, sobbing and crying. It made me feel incredibly numb, in fact I always felt numb other than when I was watching him.
It was funny watching him. I had feared he would change, that the Newt I cared for so deeply would never breath again, when actually for one hour a day I can watch the exact same person wondering round in the grass, yelling at others. Except he doesn't know me, he has no recollection of any girl, sometimes I'll turn the sound on and listen to him talk about it.
The door shut behind me and once again I was in front of the screens, the clock already beginning to count down my hour. I raced over to the stool, Thomas already sat in the comfy, spinning chair, he always seems to be here, always watching his friends. I took the controller, it was like a computer mouse that you just lead over the map whilst on the other side the metal creature would run to it destination. It didn't take me long, I had become a pro at this, instantly spotting the shaggy blond hair amongst the fallen leaves. He was often here on his work breaks, sat with his new and old friend Alby, it's just neither of the knew they were actually old friends.
I clicked the sounds switch and patiently awaited the noise to crackle over the circluar speakers.
There was a deep sigh. "Do you remember anyone? Like from your past?" Alby grunted butting his chin towards Newt, a pointless gesture as they were completely alone.
Newt hugged his knees and shook his head. "Wish i could bloody remember someone"
Alby stretched his legs out and leant back allowing the grass to swallow him. "What about girls?"

I leant towards the screen forgetting thomas and letting my eyes only see Newt.
"What about them?" Newt snorted, his nose cute like a puppy's.

"Do you not remember anyone significant?" Alby asked almost seeming bored. I guess he already knows the answer.
Newt chewed his cheek as he always did when in deep thought. He looked up into the beatle blade. His eyes straight into mine, my heart raced as if he was in the room. "I don't think I had a significant girl."
Alby looked at him startled, I too was startled. Had i not been significant enough? We had done everything together! Surely he should remember something even if its more the action then the person.
"Well if I did she can't have been that important or else I would have bugging remembered her." He chuckled sadly at his own attempt at a joke.

"Y/n?" A voice said next to me, drawing me back to this world; a dark room with lots of screens that held the face of my love. I flicked off the sound switch.
"I think my time is up" i muttered and left.

After spending the next couple of hours stuck on yet another maths problem I was escorted back to my room. It was a relatively small room, maybe the size of two vans driving side by side. In that one room contained everything, I had a small sink and toilet, a bath with a shower head and a pink curtain.
Yes, they had a chosen the colour pink because I am a girl, not knowing that i actually dislike pink.

Then next to that was a cupboard, containing odds and bods from a cup to last weeks dirty socks.
A desk and in the far corner all alone was my bed, the covers were black this time, the only dark thing in the glowing white room; tiles lined the floor and three of the walls, one wall above the desk was white paint.