Thomas' pov

We sat in silence for a few minutes. What do you say when you just dreamt of a broken world where your brother, who had the same dream, died? Where you had let the people you love die for you. Where they died because of you. What are you supposed to say?

"Thomas?" I turned to Chuck, seeing he looked as lost as I felt. "Thomas, I died." I died inside when he said that. I nodded, unable to speak because of the fear of breaking down. "Did… did you keep on dreaming after I…?" I nodded again, not wanting him to say it again. I could tell he didn't blame me. I did though. I blamed myself so much. "What happened? How did you wake up?"

So I told him. I talked about the scorch, WICKED, Teresa dying, Minho and the way he said it wasn't real, of the flare, I told him it all. I talked about Brenda (he started laughing at me on that one), Rat man, and Paradise. The only thing I left out was Newt's death. I hadn't even told Minho about it.

Don't lie Tommy. You only have each other. Once more I ignored the voice. It wasn't really him. He died. So did Chuck, the hopeful side of my brain responded. Shut the shuck up said the rational side.Then I noticed the hand in my face.

"Hello, earth to Thomas. Listen to me so I can get my hand out of that piece of klunk you call a face." He looked scared of what I just told him, with good reason. No one should go through that, dream or not. I rolled my eyes, even though my mind was still thinking about the "dream".

"What ever. Just hurry up, cause we still got school, ya shank."

"Fine. But you still sound stupid when you use glader terms," he said as he ran to get ready. I turned to finish getting ready, feeling even more unnerved than before. There was no way things were going to stay this calm for long. No shucking way.

School was too normal. People complained about exams and classes and teachers as though they were out to torture and kill them. Seeing as I had actually met people that did that, school was easy. So easy teachers thought I had either cheated or been abducted by aliens over night, witch was not right. That was an insult to aliens everywhere.

By the time history came, I was ready to burn down the classroom so at least something would happen. After seeing people lose their minds and seen others and myself murder others, school was like a cruel joke. As I walked into the class, I saw on the board we would be going over murders that occurred in some war. The last thing I needed was to learn about more death.

I sat down preparing my stuff, when I saw a girl walk by. No, it couldn't be… but by the time I looked up, she was gone. I figured it was just a figure of my imagination. Sure, Chuck had the same dream as me, but there was no way anyone else could be real. Unless it was more than a dream, thought the hopeful part of me. Then maybe Newts-

Shut up, thought the rational part of me. I was really starting to hate that part of me. I refocused on the board only to find the Teacher standing there reading some paper. It took me a minute to realize she was calling role. I noticed this just in time to hear her call out a single name. That was when I realized my mind wasn't playing tricks on me, but it was her.

Agnes, Teresa.

By the time class was over, I had missed all of what the teacher said except that Teresa was a new student. That meant it was more than a dream. I waited by the door to see if she recognized me at all. Sure enough, soon I was being suffocated by a hug.

"Tom. Your real, it wasn't a dream, your real." Then she pulled back. I could see tears in her eyes, and felt some in mine too. "I am so, so sorry Tom." I began to respond, but saw her moving closer. I held her back, and saw a hurt look flash onto her face.

"Teresa, it's going to be okay. You didn't do anything but what you were forced to do. In the end you died a hero." She smiled at that, and I once more had to stop her from kissing me.

"So then, your with Brenda now?" I heard the spite in her voice and was once more glad that we weren't really enemies. I shook my head slowly, because it wasn't Brenda that was stopping me. Luckily before I could respond I heard Chuck behind me gasping in surprise due to seeing Teresa.

"Chuck? How…" I almost laughed at the looks of astonishment on their faces. Before anyone could respond though, I heard a sound.

"Hey be quiet. Do you hear…?" Then the all too familiar sound became clearer. I watched as their faces paled with fear.

"That can't be possible. That was in the dream." Chuck looked the most terrified by the sound out of all of us.

"So were we." Teresa looked ready too run. I felt the same thing running through my bones. Run, Tommy, leave now.

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Click-click-click

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Click-click-click

"Grievers." For the first time, I listened to the voice, grabbed Teresa and Chuck, and we took off running away from professor Ladena's room.

AN: sorry if this chapter sucked. I have a small case of writers block due to band stuff. But thank you to those following, reviewing, favoriting, and reading this story. The point of view will be two Thomas chapters and a Newt chapter. Yeah its going to be a while till Newt sees any of his friends… sorry. Ill try to write soon as long as the writers block doesn't get worse.

Disclaimer: seeing as I don't take it upon myself to torture Newtmas fans with the almost kiss, I am not James Dashner.