DISCLAMIER: I ONLY OWN BELLE AND A FEW OTHERS.
Newt POV:
I helped carry Tommy to the Slammer. It had been two days since he'd been Stung. Two days since I mysteriously woke up in the Deadheads. What was I doing in there?
Great I've finally gone crazy.
Every night we brought Tommy to stay in the Slammer with Teresa because most people still didn't trust her and she wanted to make sure nothing happened to Tommy. I had to admit it was a little cute.
Me and Zart gently set him down on the ground of the Slammer, Teresa walked in straight after and said goodnight as me and Zart left walking back into the Homestead. The Builders had messily repaired the holes in the walls left by the Grievers it sent a shiver down my spine remembering all the people we'd lost.
"We were worried you'd took another nap in the Deadheads, Newt," Minho said as we walked into the Homestead.
Minho still continued to run at day time despite the fact that Tommy was going through the Changing and his loss in hope from the other day, I shared a room with Zart, Minho and Alby. Alby lay next to me but I could tell he wasn't asleep but did anyone sleep not knowing if they were going to get up in the mourning praying not to be the one who gets taken each night, praying that it chooses the other room and not the one your in.
I prayed for it not to take any of my friends away, I prayed not to loose anyone else.
If I did I'm sure I would go over the edge I've lost too many, I couldn't help but remember the terror in everyone as the news of Nick's death spread around the Glade as everyone had lost hope for a couple of days.
No one worked, some people barely ate anything. The Glade was loosing it's order.
Dark Days.
But the Dark Days ended when Alby took charge, told everyone to get back up and be better. To not let go of hope.
Two days later I tried to kill myself in the Maze, I could still clearly remember the feeling I felt climbing up the ivy and when I jumped off then again when I woke up in the Med-jack Hut and Alby had figured out what I had done.
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I remembered all that stuff that had happened to us and as we all lost hope I fell the furthest.
Nick was like my big brother, he was everyone's big brother but I was defiantly closest with him. He was the only one who could see behind the fake smiles and forced smiles, he was never ashamed of you if you cried he was always thee for you even if you were a complete Slinthead like Gally.
He could always be there for you so I tried to be kinder to everyone after his death, tried to see on the brighter side of life. I'm defiantly still not all the way there.
But I'm trying.
The moans from the Grievers snapped me back to reality as we again shuffled towards the back of the room as Grievers rolled over to the Homestead my fingers felt numb as the bizarre lights came glistening through the gaps in the window as a Griever had broken though here last night taking Edward. I clenched my hands together feeling the roughness of my skin like sand paper rubbing together.
The sound of the Griever ripping through the wood broke the silence as everyone held their breath as if it were to make a difference from the Griever noticing you. I closed my eyes so they were held tightly together.
A piece of wood was ripped away it took a few seconds for the next hen the last piece. I opened my eyes then as the Griever came in through the window until it reached out and grabbed the first person it saw.
Zart.
I dived and grabbed his arm pulling with all my strength.
He was one of my friends, I didn't want to let him go.
I didn't want to tip over the edge.
"Newt!" Zart cried out loudly making me wince hoping he could magically be free, I then realised I was alone in the room all the others had left but I didn't dare take my eyes of Zart, I felt my arms shake under the strain of having to hold him.
The Griever tugged and my grip on him loosened, as if sensing this the Griever pulled again.
"Newt!" I heard someone shout from behind me but I didn't dare look behind me. "Newt, it's to late you can't save him!"
"He's right, let go! No need to get yourself killed!" Zart shouted.
"No!" I shouted. "I'm not letting anyone else go."
I felt a few strong sets of arms start to pull me away from the window I felt my fingers slip away one by one,
"No!" I cried as I watched Zart get sucked into the Grievers flesh as it rolled away. I broke away from the grip of the boy who had hold of me and ran over to the window as the Grievers disappeared into the Maze.
"Newt, are you alright?" I turned and saw Jackson. My body was shaking.
"Get out!" I screamed pushing him with as much force as I could out of the room and into the wall way.
I slammed the old crooked door a loud boom echoed around the Glade, it was so loud I expected someone to shout at any moment.
"Thomas is awake!"
I curled up into a ball against the door as endless tears streamed down my face.
'I could have saved him.' Echoed around my brain until a thought entered my mind which I thought I was finally rid of.
'I don't think I can take much more of this.'
New chapter! WHOO WHOO! I hope you enjoyed the new update I hope it didn't seem rushed. I'm so happy though because Sports Day was cancelled because it was raining and that means I don't have to do Shot put which I had no idea how to do and 800 meters which I'm also happy about! I'm also so happy because my favourite fan fiction (on Watt pad) updated and it was sooo long and I love it! Also I've almost finished the first book. I'm going to try and make next chapter the last Belle POV chapter, the one after that the last Newt one and then the epilogue, then SEQUEL! Review if you love or hate this story! Until next chapter! Byee!