devoid | newt

chapter two

As I look at the boys, they stare at me with such hungry eyes, smirking and slouching back while they hold their drinks. It scared me.

Before one of them could let another word escape their mouth, a man came slamming into Amelia, who ended up bumping into me. I turn away from the boys in shock, peering at a swarm of the boys surrounding a dirt pit. The man who bumped into Amelia falls to the ground and the crowd roars out a loud 'ooo.'

A tall muscular man moves closer to us, raising his eyebrows and keeping his gaze on me. "This the new lady?" He scoffs.

The three runners beside me begin nodding in a playful jester, sending him smirks and giggles.

"I can take you down with one hit." He scoffs, looking down on me.

"Really?" I ask, sarcasm in my tone.

"She speaks!" Minho blurts. I let out a small laugh, looking back at the man hovering over me.

"Leave her alone, Minho." Ben demands, pushing his arm into Minho's, causing him to trip. Newt not taking his gaze off of me, with a dead face, taking another sip of his odd drink. Amelia takes a step forward, standing directly next to me. Amelia's presence made me feel protected.

"This is Gally, he's the keeper of the builders." Amelia states.  The man towering over me smirks in response, peering at me in a villainous manner.

Gally suddenly leaps forward, crouching down and launching my body over his shoulder, I grasp onto his back and let out a playful yell. He begins to run around and slamming my body onto the dirt pit as he stands over me. I hate this.

"What the fuck, Gally!" Amelia scoffs.

Groups of boys let out cackles and remarks as I tremble to get on my feet, my back in tremendous pain.

"You remember your name now?" Gally questions, huffing out breaths. I consider his question while I attempt to take in my heavy breaths. I can't remember my name, not a single thing past the time I entered this cage. I shake my head at him, looking down at my scraped hands. This is a pain I've never felt before.

Amelia approaches me, "Are you okay?" She lets out a miniscule laugh. Minho, and Ben follow behind her lead.

"Yeah." I grin, letting out a painful cough.

"See? She's just fine." Gally waves his arms in the air, taking a step forward.

"That was quite a fall." Minho scoffs, raising his eyebrows.

I wasn't okay, not in the slightest. I don't fit here, I can pretend all I want but everything sickens me. I can't let them know I'm like this, they already consider me weak.

The rest of the night was filled with introductions and pushing each other around. I've become fond of Minho and Gally, they're entertaining and a proper distraction to everything surfing through my mind. Everyone had jokes that calmed me, it helped me feel in place. Most of the glade was social when it came to me, having Amelia by my side most of the night made it easy. Until she left.

I continued to sit alone on a log, my drink resting near my feet. Studying the glade and its people, watching them with joyous shine in their eyes, their smiles lighting up the night. I wish I had what they have, their happiness. Their forgetfulness of all the terror trapping us between these taunting walls. Snapping me out of my daze, Gally approaches me, Newt staying silent at his side. Newt wasn't as social as the others, he stayed mute most of the night just taking small sips every time someone spoke. I caught his glance a few times, but his emotions remained still.