"Minho" I say a little breathlessly. "You're Shadow?"
"Yeah." He says simply.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. I guess I just thought it would be best if you didn't know it was me."
I start to panic a little bit. "What now? Will you stop being Shadow? What if I have another dream? Will still come?! Will you still listen!? Will you still comfort me!?" I ask, my voice getting more and more frantic with each question.
"Slim it! Your gonna wake up the whole shucking Glade!"
"Sorry..."
"If you want me to come or need me to come, I will. Okay?" I let out a sigh of relief and nod. "Good." He says as he stands up. I look up at him from the ground where I am still curled up in a ball. "The sun is about to rise." He says before running off and leaving me all alone in the middle of the Glade. I lie down in the sun rise. A few minutes later I see Newt standing over me.
"You're not dead are you?" He asks and holds his hand out.
"Nope. Still alive." I say, taking his hand and letting him help me up.
"What were you doing lying in the grass?"
"Watching the sun rise."
He nods his head. "Had another dream?"
"Yup."
"And another heart to heart with Shadow?"
"Yup."
"Still trying to figure out who he is?"
"Yup." I lie to him. I decided that it would be best if everyone still thought Shadow's identity was a mystery. I also decided to keep the content of the dreams and the fact that they are coming true a secret from everyone. He falls silent and so do I. We walk the rest of the way to the Homestead in silence. We grab some breakfast and make our way over to the picnic table.
"Why were you just laying down out there? We all though you had died or something." Winston says immediately.
"I was fine. I just wanted to watch the sunrise." I tell them.
"That's bull klunk." Newt says. "She had another bloody dream." I glare at him as Winston says,
"Oooh! What was this one about?"
"Nothing." I tell him.
"Oh come on! You never tell us what happens in them!" He complains.
"Yeah. Why don't you ever tell us what happens in them?" I hear Zart's voice say as he walks up. The second I hear his voice I hear his screams echoing through my head again. He sits down in front of me and gives me a concerned look. I must look like I have seen a ghost, which, in a way, I have.
"I have to go..." I manage to say as I stand up.
"But you haven't your food." Winston says.
"I'm not hungry." I say as I take off towards the Deadheads. I climb the tree I normally do and force myself to breath. A little while later I hear footsteps. The stop under the tree and don't him a chance to speak before I star rambling on.
"I can't do it. I just can't. I can't hang around them like this. I can't be friends with them. I can't lose them! I know that it's selfish and that I should try to make the rest of their lives good and happy and fun, but I just can't do it! I can't look at them everyday without seeing their deaths and hearing their screams on repeat in my head! I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't!" I know I must sound insane right now, but I don't care.
"Those dreams really messed you up didn't they?" I hear a voice say and I freeze. That's not Shadow's or Minho's voice. Oh klunk. Minho has probably already gone into the Maze for the day. That's not him down there. It's Newt. And I just basically told him everything.
"Klunk." I say out loud.
"You thought I was Shadow?" He asks. I nod. "Well I'm not. And now I know for a fact that you aren't okay and that these dreams are serious klunk. So get down here and tell me everything."
Reluctantly, I climb down. Mumbling to myself I say, "I am so shucking stupid. I should have know that wasn't Shadow."
"Why?" Newt asks. Klunk. His hearing must be better than I thought.
"Because I can never hear Shadows footsteps" I tell him. "He is always completely silent when he walks. I could hear you coming. I could hear your limp. Gosh. I am a shucking idiot."
"Yeah. You are. Now start talking."
I start from the beginning, the very first dream and end with the one I just had, but I don't tell him who died. Though he can probably guess that Zart dies. I also leave out the fact that I know who Shadow is.
"The first dream you had was about a week before Chuck showed up."
"Yeah."
"But Chuck was in it."
"Yeah."
"And what happened in the dream happened in real life."
"Mhm."
"So you're having dreams of the future?"
"That's right."
"In the one you just had people died."
"Yep."
"Who?"
"I can't tell you."
"What do you mean you can't tell me?"
"Exactly what I said. I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because you might mess it up."
"Mess it up?! You mean by keeping them from dying?!"
"Yeah."
"How's that a bad thing?!" His voice keeps getting more and more frustrated.
"Because it could mess up a sequence of events that are supposed to happen." I say calmly.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure. I'm just following my gut instinct."
"So your just gonna let these people die?!"
"Well of course I am going to try to stop it to some extent, but if I do too much It could throw everything out of balance and even more people or more important people might end up dead."
"'More important people'? You mean that we can sacrifice some, but not others?"
"What I mean, is that we can lose some people and recover, but if we lose others we might not be able to. Let's say that I let you do something to save one person and then for whatever reason you wind up dead. We cannot lose you AND Alby. We will fall apart."
Newt falls silent. "What do you mean AND Alby?" I don't reply. "Alby is one of the people who dies. Isn't he?" I still don't answer. "Isn't he!?" Newt practically yells and I can see tears forming in his eyes at the thought of loosing his friend. I nod. He takes a deep breath and blinks away the tears.
"Who else knows about this?" He asks calmly.
"Shadow knows about the dreams being real, but not who dies. Other than him only you and I know."
"Good. Don't tell anyone else. How long do we have? Do you know?"
"There were two people I have never seen before, so about two Greenies from now."
"Alright. No one else hears about this. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Good that." He says before walking away.