Dear Newt,
I decided to start building a house for myself. Thomas wants to share the house. I was against the idea of living together at first, but I told him he could. I guess I should be okay with it; he is one of the only ones helping to build it. Most of our rescued immunes are sitting around on their shuck butts, still getting over the trauma. Shanks.
Yesterday, I was walking around, trying to clear my mind. There were Gladers and other immunes walking around, probably for the same reason as me. I was almost to the edge of a forest - it's a lot like ours back at the Glade - when I saw this boy, no older than 14 or 15. I wasn't think right. I wasn't! I thought he was Chuck, Newt. I yelled his name and walked over. When I got about five feet away, I stopped. It wasn't Chuck.
"I'm Sam. Not Chuck. Ummm...sorry..." He said to me. Like everything was okay. Nothing is okay, Newt! Nothing! I can just imagine how my face looked.
I collapsed, then. I collapsed to the ground and I started crying. I cried more than I've ever cried before. I just lay there, bawling my eyes out. Sobs kept escaping my throat, and eventually I stopped trying to hold anything back. That poor Sam kid just sat there watching me sob like a shuck baby.
I haven't seen the kid since, and I don't know what I'll do when we do meet again. He brings back to many shuck memories. But, those memories up till now are the only things that I remember. They're the only things I'll never forget.
Hope you're less depressed than me right now, dude. I really hope so.
-Minho
