Okay, Lauren.
Great.
Now you've messed it up.
That is the only thing Lauren can think when she walks away from Newt.
He hates you.
You shouldn't have said anything.
She hides behind her dark hair, to conceal the fact that she is nearly crying.
He'll think it's your fault.
You're the one working with WICKED, remember?
You're one of them.
She quickly walks out of the Training room and closes the door behind her. She leans against the wall while the words echo in her mind.
It's your fault.
It's your fault.
It's your fault.
She can't have it anymore.
Tears streaming down her face, she starts to run. It is only half a minute later when she collapses in her bed.
When she pulls the blanket over her head, she finally starts to sob.
He hates you.
His memory is going to be wiped.
It's your fault.
They're going to put them in a maze.
There is a big chance that they won't survive.
It's your fault.
The sound of an opening door makes Lauren look up.
She assesses that it is about half an hour ago that she went into the girls' dorm, and she wants to snap at the person who dares to disturb her, but when she sees who that person is, she holds back.
Newt is standing in the doorway, the doorknob in his hand and an uneasy expression on his face. They look at each other for a moment; Lauren doesn't want to be the first to say something, because she knows that it won't sound very friendly, and that will make him hate her even more.
Newt clears his throat.
"Hey."
Really? That's all?
When Lauren doesn't reply, he says: "I already suspected that you'd be here."
"What?" Lauren reacts, her throat still thick from the crying.
Newt seems unmoved by her unfriendly tone.
"You always pull back here when you're upset."
It is quiet for a moment.
"Why are you upset, now?" he asks then, his tone annoyingly innocent.
"I mean, you're safe. You work for WICKED. They can't use one of their own people as a subject, can they?"
Lauren nearly gets angry at his question.
"Why are you upset?" Really?
"I am upset," she says, barely able to keep the anger out of her voice, "because... Do you think I like it when I'm going to lose everyone I know? Do you think I like it when I have to watch how my friends are getting killed by ugly half-machine monsters? Do you?"
Great, Lauren.
Keep going. You really know how to make people hate you.
Newt shakes his head.
"Of course I know that it's hard for you. I just..."
"Then why did you ask me why I was upset?" Lauren yells, suddenly losing her temper.
Newt flinches, and Lauren bites her lip to hide that it is shaking.
"Newt... please, leave now. I don't want to hurt you," she says quietly, turning away from him.
The sound of the door closing confirms that he has left.
Lauren buries her face in her hands and starts to cry again, this time maybe even harder.
Now you really have messed it all up.
Now you can be sure he hates you.
Well done, Lauren.
Well done.
So, I've decided that I'm going to update every day this week, because I won't be able to update next week. (We're going away with school for four days, to a place without internet, without computers, and without time to write. I actually DON'T look forward to it, but... yeah. You know how that works with school XP) So... just so you know. Bye!