Newt
Laughter.
Red hair.
A beautiful smile.
Everything about her seemed so real, but I didn't know who she was. I wasn't sure if she was real, but when she touched my face I could feel her soft skin against mine. I desperately wanted her to be real. If she was, where was she?
We were both wearing white uniforms of some sort and standing in front of a metal door waiting for something to happen. The girl's were red and puffy, and I assumed she had been crying. I could tell she didn't want to make eye contact with me.
"Are you alright?" were what came out of my mouth, even though it wasn't really me.
"I guess," she whispered, still looking down at her feet.
"Listen," I said to the girl. "I'm not thrilled about this either, but we don't have a choice."
She just shook her head, looked at me, and said, "I'm too young for this."
"So am I, but it was their decision. If I had the authority to stop their decision I would." She looked down again and tears began to pour down her cheeks. I lifted her chin up and she met my eyes again. "Good night! Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow…" I said to her.
"That I shall say good night…" she replied.
"…till it be morrow," we said together. She smiled, and I kissed her forehead.
We heard some sort of alarm that told us that something was ready for us. The girl and I faced the door. I took her hand, and she held mine.
"We'll get through this," I said then looked at her. "Together."
"Together," she repeated.
The door opened, and walked through the doorway towards the light, hand in hand.
"Newt," someone said. "C'mon, you shank. Get up."
Something kicked my back, and I jumped. I turned around to find Gally standing over me.
"Oh, it's you," I groaned.
"Who'd you expect?" he asked sarcastically.
"Never mind."
He finally left once I got up and brushed off the dirt off of my pants.
The girl entered my mind. Such a beauty she was! The saying said together was familiar, but I couldn't remember where it came from.
"Good night! Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
I couldn't get her voice out of my head, or that saying.
I had been in the bloody Glade for about eight months now, and I realized that this was the first time I had ever had a dream.
"Newt, where are you?" I heard Alby's voice call my name.
"I'm coming," I replied.
I ran out to see what was the matter, only to find that we were getting a new Glader.
"About time you showed up," Minho said.
"Sorry," I apologized. "My mind's on other things."
"Other things such as the mysterious red head in your dreams last night?" Minho grinned.
"How'd you know?" I asked.
"You were talking in your sleep."
I glared at him. "It's none of your business."
"If you say so."
The new Greenie had curly brown hair, was a bit chunky around the middle, and seemed to be no more than twelve years old.
Instead of ignoring him like almost everyone in the Glade Alby and I showed him around.
"Welcome to the Glade," I said with a welcoming smile. "I'm Newt, and this is Alby. What's your name?"
"Chuck," he replied after a short pause.
"Well, Chuck," Alby said he put a hand on his shoulder, "first order of business: carve your name on the wall." He handed the young boy the knife and the baton as we led him to the giant, stone wall.
He carved a "C" then an "H." After that he carved a "U" and another "C". Finally he carved a "K". The writing was jagged but it still spelled out "CHUCK".
"Nicely done, Chuck," I said with an encouraging smile.
"I'll show him around, Newt," Alby said, taking back to knife and baton. "You can get back to work."
I did as I was told and made my way to the vegetable garden.
My thoughts drifted off the girl again. Who was she?
Good night! Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Her sweet voice refused to leave my mind, but I kept repeating what the girl and I recited together in my dream over and over in my mind.
"What are you yappin' about?" a voice sounded that made me jump. It was Winston.
"Nothing," I replied as I began pulling the weeds out from the garden.
"Nothin' means somethin', Newt."
"Never mind. It's none of your concern anyway."
"C'mon, you shank," Winston pressed on. "A lot of us know about the dream you had last night. The dream about…her."
"Fine," I gave up. "She was in my dream last night. Are you so bloody happy now?"
"I will be once you've told me a bit more about her."
I didn't want to tell him about her, but if I kept refusing he would keep on pressing.
"Have a seat," I instructed, and he obeyed.
I put my knife down and explained to him about her. I told him about her ravishing red hair, her bubbly laughter, and her beauty. I even explained about the new dream.
"She sounds like a really nice chick," Winston nodded his head. "I'd kinda like to meet her."
"Me too," I agreed. "If she's even real."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"For all I know, she could just be someone I made up while I was asleep."
"Dude, I don't know. I just know that you need to talk to someone other than me. I don't know what to tell you."
"Then why did you come over here anyway?" I asked as I went back to weeding.
"To tell you that Alby needs you for something," he replied.
"Okay." I discontinued my work, promising myself that I would come back to it later. I also needed to write to the recitation of that saying. As I thought about the recitation, I realize that it was like saying good-bye. Not forever, but in way of saying "I'll see you soon."
Would I see her soon? If I was to see her soon, when and where would I see her?
The saying kept bouncing around in my mind.
Good night! Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Thanks for reading the chapter I really hoped you liked it. The quote that Newt kept on reciting was from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet in case you didn't know. The next chapter will be up soon.