The whole Glade began to panic. A girl? She appeared to be dead. No sign of life.
"Tommy?" Newt asked. "You sure you don't recognize her?"
Thomas nodded, staring intensely at the girl. Memories itched in the back of Thomas's brain, but it wasn't clear.
Newt watched Thomas, something was off about him.
After some boys got the girl out of the box the Gladers circled around her.
Everyone began to point blame to Thomas.
Especially Gally.
Words were being spat, fists clenched, and eyes narrowed.
She sat up. But, she was dead. Newt was so convinced she was dead, but she somehow sat up.
Newt and the rest of the Gladers jumped, startled at her sudden movement.
"Everything is going to change."
Her arm stuck out to reveal a note.
Shes's the last one. Ever.
The last Glader. Newt let that sink in.
No more Greenies will be coming out of that box, ever.
She fell back. She was barley breathing, but alive.
The Glade dispersed after the med-jacks took her.
Newt told himself she was sleeping, only to make him feel better.
He felt as if he was the only one who was shocked, the only one who was worried about this.
Once again, Newt felt alone.
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The Bloody Walls
FanfictionWe all know how Newt got his limp. But do we know what happened after? How Alby and Minho reacted. How they kept it a secret from the rest of the Gladers. And how Newt kept quiet, slowly dying inside.
