Chapter 5:

After I had finally stopped crying, again, the baggers took James' body to the deadheads. They set up a grave with his name carved roughly into a plank of wood, which I sat by for the rest of the day. Everyone seemed to keep their distance from me the rest of the day, even Gally seemed to have a mutual understanding of what I was going through. I guess being stuck in a deadly maze means they've had their fair share of death, and it's no laughing matter.

Newt came by every once in a while bringing food and water. He came and sat by me, trying to get me to talk, eventually giving up when I didn't respond. After a while I began to pick up some flowers that surrounded the graveyard, pulling them into an organised bouquet which I placed on his grave.

"I know I can't remember much about you, but I love you. That's one thing I may know. The shuck creators can take away my memory and put me through klunk, but there's one thing they can't take away from me. You. I love you James."

And with that I turned away and headed out of the deadheads.

As I approached the homestead, I heard the loud shouts of boys as they ate their dinner. I couldn't help but smile at myself as I heard the rumble of them, bringing a familiar feeling of home and comfort. Although it quickly faded when I remembered all that had happened and the situation I was in. I opened the door quietly, trying to not draw attention to myself, failing miserably.

The whole room went silent as all the heads turned to the door to see who was entering at this late hour. I felt my face turn red as the daunting stares of the gladers headed my way. I noticed Newt in the corner sitting with Alby and Minho so I made my way over to the table, sliding in next to Newt. He looked at me with concern, sliding a plate of food over towards me.

"I'm not hungry," I said in barely a whisper.

Newt frowned as soon the words left my mouth, pushing the plate closer.

"Brooklyn, you haven't eaten all day," I opened my mouth to respond saying I had eaten the food he brought to me, but he held up his hand stopping me.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the food thrown into a bush," he said simply.

Reluctantly I ate the food, only to please Newt. When he felt satisfied he turned back to Alby and Minho to continue their previous conversation.

I drifted off into a daydream, into a world where none of this happened. No one I loved died and I wasn't stuck with this damn baby.

My thoughts were interrupted when Alby addressed me from across the table.

"So greenie, are ya ready for the track-hoes tomorrow?"

I grumbled in response, dreading the long day in the gardens. At least I'll be with Newt, I thought.

"That's the spirit!" Newt said sarcastically, sending a grin my way. I couldn't help but smirk at this gesture, which in return only made Newt's grin bigger.

"Right, of to bed you ugly shanks," Alby shouted across the room. Everyone stood up, the benches grinding against the floor, making me cringe at the noise.

Newt walked me to my room, hesitating as if he intended to say something.

"If you need anything," he said scratching the back of his neck. "Just come and find me."

I smiled at Newt before saying a quick thank you and stumbling inside my room. I fell back onto my bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

"Wake up Greenie!" I heard a loud voice exclaim by my ear.

"Go away," I mumbled turning over and covering my head with the pillow.

The voice gasped sarcastically, and when he spoke again I recognised the familiar accent. "I'm offended! You should be jumping up and down with joy at the fact you're working with me today," he said. When I turned around I saw the familiar mop of blonde hair and his signature grin looking my way.

"How can you be this happy in the mornings?" I asked, genuinely interested at how he can be so awake.

"The sun is up, so I am too," he said.

"Well, the sun hasn't made its way to this person yet," I said pointing to myself. "So can you please leave so I can get ready for a thrilling day in the gardens."

"I knew you were excited," Newt said, winking at me as he closed the door behind him.

After I got changed I headed over to the gardens, where Newt was digging up some plants. He heard me coming, looking up and smiling at me as I approached.

"So what are we doing today captain?" I asked mockingly, saluting.

Zart was the one who responded, his deep voice sounding from behind me. "Digging up the dirt with Newt is what you'll be doing."

I groaned in response but picked my shovel up and started the long and hauling job of the gardens. I saw Newt smirk in the corner of my eye but ignored it. He is cute, I think. Wait, what? I say to myself. I shake my head, getting the thoughts out of my head and focused on my work.

It turns out I am the sort of person to get distracted and daydream. All throughout the day I was thinking of the baby. Why would the so called creators want to take my child away from me? And to experiment. For what? I tried not to get too bogged down about it, but it's hard. My head was beginning to hurt, so I leant down massaging my temples as I did. I didn't even see the shovel come my way before I was on the ground. The pain was instant and harsh, never in all that I could remember, which isn't that much, had I felt so much pain. I was struggling to remain conscious, black dots covering my vision. I saw Newt appear at my side, mouthing something to me. He must be speaking, I thought. I had no idea what he was saying so I just shook my head in response, getting more and more confused and dazed by the minute. People kept on crowding around me, getting closer and closer. I felt tight for space and gasped, squirming from whoever's grasp I was being held in.

"Hey Brooke!" I heard, "It's all okay, just look at me."

I recognised it as Newt and searched for his eyes. When I found him I didn't tear my eyes from his, a worried face looking back at me. He came closer and picked me up bridal style. If this was in any other situation I would've blushed and gone as red as a tomato, but my head was hurting too much for me to focus on that.

The pain suddenly increased rapidly as Newt made his way to the homestead with me. The movement made me scream out causing Newt to look down at me with increasing alarm.

"It hurts so much!" I cry.

"I know, I know," Newt soothed. "We're almost at the homestead."

The following events are a blur to me. I remember getting placed on a bed, Clint and Jeff checking my head and so on. But Newt stayed in the room the entire time, why? I thought.

Clint touched my head at the worst part making me yelp. Newt came to my side at this and held my head as I screamed in pain, crushing his hand in the process.

Eventually I closed my eyes, feeling sleep overcome me. Newt still holds my hand as I hear someone come in.

"She asleep?" the voice asks, Minho I think.

"Yeah," Newt replies.

"She gonna be okay?"

"Clint and Jeff think so, I'm just worried for the baby. She had a nasty fall on her stomach," Newt replied, the uneasiness clear in his voice.

"I know shank, it'll be alright. How'd it happen anyway?"

"Shucking Adam hit her in the head with a shovel, hard."

"She's gonna be okay Newt," Minho says after a pause, an unusual softness to his voice.

"I know," and with that I hear the door close. But the familiar hand is still clasped tightly onto mine.

Just as the darkness was about to take me, I hear Newt say one last thing.

"Please be alright." I felt soft lips press onto my head as I fell into a deep sleep.

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