Memories Or Dreams

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~ Dreams ~
I was sitting on a couch. I looked younger, thirteen or fourteen years old. A boy with black hair around my age sat next to the smaller version me. He looked familiar.
" Thomas?" the little girl asked.
" What's wrong, sis?"
Sis? What... so Thomas is my brother? I thought.
" What if they take you away from me, big brother? What if Wicked find us?" the younger version me cried with fear.
" Nikie, I won't let any of them harm you. "
" You promise?"
" I promise. " they hugged.
The next dream came as soon as the first one left. I was fifteen and trying to run away from something... or someone.
" Subject A1, come back!" a woman shouted.
The little girl kept running but the guards caught up on her.
" You can't take Thomas away! You already took someone I loved away from me. Please! Let me see my brother one last time!" she cried.
" I'm sorry, Nikie. But this is for the best. He can't have someone to distract him." the woman in white coat said. I somehow recognize her, it's Ava Paige, the one who sent the boys to the Glade.
" Please! I'm begging you! Please! " the younger version me continued to cry on the ground.
" Knock her out. " Dr. Ava Paige ordered and walked away. The last thing I remembered before waking up was completely darkness.
" Nikie! Love, wake up!" someone shouted and I woke up.
" What... what happened?" I asked.
And who the hell was the another one I loved in my dream?
" You were screaming in your sleep, love." the familiar accent spoke. Newt lay beside me.
" I'm fine, Newt. It was just a nightmare." then he sat up with me.
" Ya wanna talk about it? " I shook my head, I couldn't tell him now. I need to find Thomas.
" Where's Thomas? I need to talk to him. " Newt looked kinda hurt and... jealous?
" He already went into the Maze. " I just nodded, disappointed.
" Let's get something to eat, shall we? " Newt sighed and took my hand in his to pull me up.
" Newt! Wait! I can't catch up! " for some reason, he walked faster than usual like he was escaping from something. After I called out, Newt slowed down and let go of me.
" Sorry. " that was all he said before he walked away.
What is his problem? I wondered but didn't say anything.
It was awkward for us at the table, like there's an uncomfortable tension in the air. Teresa kept asking me what's wrong but I just shook my head and gave her a weak smile. For the rest of the day I stayed in the Homestead. Three Gladers I had never met before came with injuries and I helped them with it. They kept giving me complements but I only smiled at them kindly.

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