Sup guys! I loved all the reviews I got for the last chapter! Now, this one is short because it's just a filler. I'll have another one up tomorrow! Hopefully.


I sigh as I look up at the sky. It's a cloudless day, and the sky is a beautiful shade of blue. I just finished making breakfast for everyone, but they don't know I cook for them. They think I disappear into the Deadheads every day. I don't care what they think. It doesn't matter to me anymore. I just want to go home. I don't even know if I have a home, but I can hope I do.

Newt has been avoiding me since his conversation with Zart two days ago. My heart constricts when I think about it. I can't help but think that he is avoiding me because he thinks I'm tricking him. He probably thinks that I'm being nice to him, only to kill him later on. I would never do that to Newt. He means too much to me. I just wish he would stop avoiding me. It's been hard without him. I'm used to being able to talk to Newt about my day, and he would talk to me about his. I miss my best friend/boyfriend.

I can't take it anymore. I'm going to find Newt, and I'm going to corner him and make him tell me what's going on. I need to tell him that I'm not going to kill him.

But what if he doesn't think that? What if he's just avoiding me because he doesn't love me anymore? What if he never loved me? What if he just pitied me because of how broken I was? What if he's just trying to get in my pants?

No, Newt's not like that. I just have to talk to him.

I stand up, my foot protesting the 135 pounds of weight. I know where Newt is after breakfast: the Gardens. It's where he is everyday. I just didn't go talk to him before because I wanted to give him space. But now, he's got a storm coming his way.

I limp towards the Gardens, ignoring the glares sent my way. One guy looks like he might have the balls to talk to me, but he backs away, like a little scared mouse. I smirk, trying to keep the tough act up. I also notice that something is off. Some of the Gladers don't look at me with scared faces, they look at me with faces full of pity. It makes me sick.

I find Newt, picking apples from some trees. He puts them in a basket that's nearly full. My stomach rumbles at the sight of the deliciously red fruit, but I ignore it.

" Hey Newt. " I say with my hands behind my back while speaking in a playful tone. " What are you doing? "

Newt looks startled to see me, and he seems to lean away from me. " Working. "

" Would you care to tell me why you've been avoiding me? " I ask in a innocent voice. His eyes widen, and he puts his basket down. I expect him to move closer, but he doesn't. He stays where he his standing, a scared look on his face. I take a step back upon seeing how scared he looks.

" I've just needed some time to think, that's all. " Newt says, rubbing the back of his neck.

" Is it because of what Zart said? " I ask quietly, looking down at my worn down combat boots. " Do you think I'm lying to you? Do you think I'm going to kill more people? "

I want to hear him say no, for him to say ' Absolutely not. I know you would never do that. ' but the words never reach my ears. I look up at him, to find his staring down at me, almost pitifully.

" You do, don't you? " I ask, my voice cracking. " Did you ever even love me? " I whisper. After a few moments with no response, I turn to walk away, knowing that my worst nightmare has just come to life. The boy I love, doesn't love me back.

A hand grabs my wrist. " Lo, wait. " Newt says. I stop walking, but I keep my back facing him. I don't want him to see the silent tears the run down my cheeks. " I do love you. I always have. But people are beginning to suspect that I helped you kill Reed. And if I hang out with you, then that could only solidify their accusations. Then the Glade would be in a war. "

Newt can't hang out around me because he cares so much about the Glade, and the people in it. I bite my lip to keep it from wobbling. I'm being betrayed by the one I love.

I rip my wrist out of his grasp and whisper, " Goodbye Newt. "

I walk away from him, my limp a painful reminder that I am so much like him. The boy who jumped and the girl who got crushed between the walls. Who would've thought we would be so close? I certainly didn't expect Newt to be so nice and caring. Then I dug a little deeper and realized that he was just like me; someone who was broken, but tried to hide it for the sake of everyone else. Maybe that's why we were such good friends before he got sent up here. We just understood each other.

I plop down in the grass because my foot wouldn't have taken much more walking. It's beginning to feel like I'm constantly walking on burning glass. I will probably never walk without a limp, or the pain. I'll be just like Newt. Broken, lost, confused, and hurt. I just want to be happy for a change. I want to go home.

" Louisa is a good person! " I hear someone shout. My head snaps up and I see two groups of Gladers near the Homestead arguing.

" She is a murderer! " Someone from the opposite group shouts back.

" It was self defense! "

" She's a vindictive little bitch and deserves to be hanged! "

" You touch her and I swear to God I will end your bloody life. " Newt joins the argument, taking my side. I cock my head to one side, confused. Everyone stops talking and stares at the blonde brit, and I can't help but do the same. Didn't he just say that people were suspecting that he helped kill Reed? And that it would cause a war? That was why he was avoiding me, why go back on it? What changed his mind?

" Yea right! You'd just miss your little fuck buddy! "

The two sides erupt into chaos, and now I know what Newt was talking about. A war in the Glade. Two sides would be taken and one would be victorious. Really, it's kind of ridiculous. I'm not worth starting a war over.

I can't help it. I laugh. Both sides freeze and look over at me. I laugh so hard I have to cover my mouth. My eyes start to water and my sides hurt. A war? Over me? There's no way in hell that would happen.

" Stop. Being. So. Petty. " I say in between laughs.

" Louisa this is serious. They want you dead. " A random Glader says.

I force myself to calm down before I speak again. " Then let them kill me. It's not really that big of a deal. "

" Yes it is! " They all shout.

" Why am I so important? I'm just a girl. " I say with a shrug.

" We want to keep you here because you're hot! " One Glader says.

" Dude shut up. " The Glader next to him responds while shoving him.

" You guys will get another girl here. Don't worry about me. Just let whatever happens, happen. " I say with a smile. I am taking this awfully lightly considering they are talking about my life.

" See? She doesn't care if she dies! Why can't we just kill her? " And the arguing commences once again.

Everyone shuts up as thunder booms across the sky. The sky goes dark and it's pitch black. I raise my hand in front of my face to see if I can see it, but I can't. What in the world is going on?

" Look! You made God mad! " Someone shouts through the darkness.

" I didn't, you did! "

I would laugh at that, but I'm to scared to move. I'm pretty sure this has never happened before. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I feel like everyone can hear it. What's going on? Is it a tornado? Oh dear Lord please don't let it be a tornado.

A cloth is pressed up to my face, covering my nose and mouth. I try to scream, but it comes out muffled. I pull at the arm and hand that is holding it to my face, but to no avail. They are stronger than me.

The cloth smells sweet, and I begin to feel lightheaded. I can barely hear the voices of the Gladers in the distance. Their arguing is drowning out my screaming.

Is someone trying to make me pass out? Who in the Glade would do this? Oh, right, those assholes that want me dead.

Wait, am I going to die?

My limbs go weak and my screaming stops as I fade into oblivion.


Oh man, killer cliffhanger, right? I've got part of the next chapter written, so, I might even decide to be nice and get it up later today, I don't know.

I've decided to do chapter 30 in Minho's POV and 35 in Newt's POV and then 40 in Minho's and 45 in Newt's, do you get where I'm going with this? Honestly, I still don't know how much longer this story is going to be. Hopefully 50 chapters or more.

Oh gosh you guys I'm so excited for this. Wait, I should ask. Is it okay for me to stray from the main plot a little bit? Not much, I mean, just enough for me to work out Louisa's story. Then I'll go back to following Thomas and Teresa and their escape. I hope it's okay.

Have a nice day, evening, night, afternoon, morning, I'm going to go write the next chapter! Hehehe