The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)

Chapter 19

I had spent the next few days trying out the different jobs. And it was a relief to finally get that over with. To be honest, I didn't care what job I got. Because I wouldn't have to be working it long.

The gathering to decide my job was held last night. And according to Chuck, rumor has it, that a runner was second in line. But Clint wanted me just as much as Minho, and Newt didn't want me in the maze. The rest weren't particular, so in a way it was two to one. I'm officially a med-jack.

The nights have only been getting longer. The closer the time came the more worried I got. It was worst at night when I was left alone to think. I dread the night time every day.

The one good thing that happened was that I got what I requested. Today when the box came up, it brought a small harmonica with the word "hope" engraved on the back. To my surprise I knew how to use it, and that night I played my song to the gladers. Then everyone wanted to try it out and that led to a number of things. But everyone was happy and so was I. Of course all that ended when I had to go to bed.

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I toss and turn in the sleeping bag. I hate this. It makes me feel sick, laying here. Thinking about what they'll do to me. If it's all a lie. Horrid thoughts break into my mind, and eventually consume it.

I can't stand this any longer. I'll literally go insane. I need a distraction.

I want Newt. I want him to comfort me and hold me like he did before. It's the only thing that can take me away from this living hell my mind has created.

So I run. And cry. I run all over the place looking for him. Although the thoughts were true demons, I never let them escape. But I am now.

I finally see him and start charging toward him. I hardly make a sound, and surprisingly he doesn't notice. He is looking up at the sky, laying on the ground, hands under his head. He is somewhat separated from everything, peaceful.

As I ran I had managed to somewhat dry up the crying. And he probably won't be able to notice in the dark. Hopefully.

I slow to a walk and tip-toe up to him, whispering, "Newt... Newt?"

Once he noticed me, he quickly turned around and sat up. His body language showed a mixed emotion of being startled and worried.

But when I sat down next to him calmly, he softened.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asks.

"Are you kidding? I stay up every night..."

"Why?"

"It's not much of a choice. I wish it was, but its not."

He looks at me in a weird way that I can't quite make out in the dark. Maybe he can relate.

"So why did you coming looking for-"

"Because you make me feel better... Let me rephrase that- you know how to make me feel better."

He puts an arm around me and pulls me closer next to him. It feels like home when he touches me.

"Like that?"

I lean my head on his shoulder and say, "Exactly."

"Should I ask whats buggin' you?"

"Fear. Anxiety. Every emotion that comes with that dream that I had a week ago. I'm still just as scared as I was when I was screaming and crying when I woke up. Just not expressing it."

"Why? I thought you were great and powerful Eve the Brave," he says sarcastically.

"Yeah, well that was demolished from one long night of thinking."