The Bloody Walls

Good Night

Newt laid on his make-shift bed.
It was the middle of the night but he was wide awake.
"I don't belong here," he says. "None of us do."
No one deserves to be in the Glade. The stupid maze-surrounded glade.
Newt finds himself standing, when did he get up?
He sighs and plops back into his bed. The creek of his bed awakens one of the gladers below him.
It's Thomas.
"Newt?" He asks.
Newt moans, "What?"
"Why are you awake?"
"I can't sleep."
"Why can't you sleep?"
Newt processes this question, why can't he sleep?
"Tommy?" He asks.
"What?" Thomas answers.
"I wanna show you something."
Without a reply Newt gets up and begins to limp towards the doors.
He hears footsteps behind him; okay Thomas was following him.
The two stop in front of a window.
"Take a look."
Thomas peers in. He stumbles back in reaction.
"It's a griever."
"And those are the creatures that are in the maze?"
All Newt does was nod.
The maze was a horrible place for him, his nightmare.
"Get some rest Tommy, tomorrow we're visiting the girl."
The two go back to their beds in silence.
"Good night Newt."
"Good night."

A/N sorry this was a crappy one. Next one will be better.