Have a good dinner? what does that mean? does he actually want me to have a good dinner or does it mean something. Ugh this is so annoying. His voice is lingering in my mind continuously repeating 'have a good dinner,' does he likes me oh my gosh I'm so confuzzled. Im so wrapped up in my own thoughts that i don't even notice Jeff's presence till he's snapping his fingers in front of my face.
"Hello? Earth to Bonnie," Bonnie? ugh not again.
"It's Bon," I pierced Him a stare.
"Sorry, It's just Newt always calls you Bonnie so I just thought that was your name or somethin'," Jeff is lining up his utensils and making sure they are clean.
"That's just an annoying nickname, I tell him to stop but I don't think he's going to stop anytime soon," My brown hair falls in front of my face. I watch it dangle, the soft lighting of a candle bouncing off it. I flick it out of the way and watch Jeff. His fitted green shirt ruffling up his waist a bit.
"Is there anything else you need to do with this," I direct his attention to the bloodstained bandage, he shrugs.
"Well I'm going to have to stitch it up so your not so holey. Then you just need to let it heal so your not going to be working for a bit, well until your comfortable with working."
"Okay, so do you want to stitch it up now, cause i'm ready to go. Just get it over and done with," I chuckle on these words then see Jeff grab his stuff and walk up to me.
"Are you sure?" he looks at me wide eyes threading his needle getting ready for surgery.
"Yeah, wait. Will that thread be stuck in me?"I say gesturing to the needle and thread.
"Nah, it dissolves after it's healed." He unwraps my bandage. why do they do everything for me i'm perfectly capable of doing it myself not like i broke my arms. He wipes the surface of the open wound. It stings, I just learn to deal with it and stop being a little whiney shank.
"Are you ready?" He holds the needle right above my skin, Fear runs up into my body. How much is this going to hurt?
"haha Heck Yeah," I say nervously as he punches the needle into my skin. Holy cow that stings, not as bad as having my rib taken out though.
Under a matter of minute he had sown the hole up. I run my fingers over the threaded stitch. It felt quite cool. My eyes move to jeff who is wiping the needle down with a wet cloth.
"Thanks," I praise his work, wouldn't be fun having to look after shanks like me. I wonder who that guy was who attacked me and Minho.
"He's getting banished ya' know, Jo. James is Devo, they we like partners for life. I would hate having someone so close to me leave me. Especially getting banished into the maze just to end up as griever klunk," wait, James and Jo were close. I do remember seeing him with Jo every now and then but, I didn't know they were that close. A part of me feels really bad for James and wants me to comfort him.
"It's happening tomorrow, just before the doors close. I suggest you sleep now, Goodnight Greenie," Jeff finishes packing up his stuff and leaves blowing out the candle.
I lay in the dark, running my fingers over my stitched wound. I can't imagine the pain james would be feeling. Losing the person closest to him, I can't Imagine losing Newt or Frey. It would be heart breaking.
I close my eyes and clear my mind and wash out the bad thoughts that were lurking in through the seams of my brain. I slowly drift of into a black abyss of sleep.
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Newt, Frey, Thomas and I start walking in a black plain.
our eyes blocked by darkness.
A scream echos alerting us that we aren't alone.
We all spin and stagger looking around eyes darting.
A muffled clicking and scratching of metal rings in our ears.
'Whurl, click click click, whurl, scratch'
A loud scream, I look around to see Frey dangling from a metal claw.
blood dripping down off its shiny steel.
Thomas drops down on his knees, staring off at Frey's Corpse.
The clicking begins again this time louder.
'Click!Click!Click! Whurrrl!'
Another steel claw penetrates Thomas's back.
His eyes roll back into his head and blood starts flowing out of his eyelids.
Newts face drops, He grabs my hand and starts running.
I see his lips moving but i can't here a word he's saying.
All I hear is.
'Click click, Screeech!!'
Newt stops, then his emotions drops.
His hand is no longer holding mine.
It's flopped by his side.
He's, He's-
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I throw my body up and look around, Chuck is sitting in the chair beside me bewildered.
"You alright," He says confused. I look at him startled, I grab his face and squish his cheeks just to make sure he's real. I take a deep breath, he's real. I let go and then sit my hand back by my side.
"Yeah, uh sorry," the words just stumble out of my mouth, my brain not knowing what to do.
"Bad dream huh? I get them all the time, no so good are they," I shake my head, he flashes a small smile at me. He's so comfortable to talk to.
"Where's Jeff?"
"He's gone to help clint, our other medjack. They asked me to watch you while they're gone, just to make sure your okay. not to be creepy or anything. plus after what Minho did to you, I don't think you should trust most the bloody shanks in the glade," Chuck says this with a sweet and innocent voice which makes him feel like a little brother.
"haha, yeah. Do you know what time it is?" Chuck looks out the small opening in the room which looks direction at the sky.
"its quite early, like 6 or so, im not so sure though. haven't mastered telling the time quite yet," he chuckles to himself, his darkened blue eyes looking at me.
"What's the plan for today?" I ask fixing my shirt.
"Well, we've nearly finished rebuilding the sleeping quarters so we will be able to move everyone back in there, and we've just recently rebuilt Albys," Chuck paused for a minute after he said Alby then turned back into conversation,"I mean Newt's Room so He's going to be staying in there. Also I've nearly finished my wood carving I've recently been working on. would you like to see it," He says cheerfully his cheeks beaming.
"sure," Chucks eyes lit up and his hands began to bury into his pockets. He pulls out a small a small wooden figure. he hands it to me and i examine it in my hand. It looks like a man slouched over with his hand over a seat, it's really lovely, the man even had a speckly beard.
"That's super cool Chuck," I hand it back to him and he plays with it in his fingers.
"I'm hoping to give this to my parent's, I mean if i even have parents. Do you ever think about who your parent's could be", to be honest i've never really thought about the concept of having parents. I can feel a strong connection to the word but can't quite grasp it.
"No I've never thought of them."