It's okay until it isn't

Safe?

Newt's POV:

The bus ride was long, and when we finally got there, we were all quickly herded out of the bus, and into a building. They left us in the boys 'dorm' and left Teresa in a separate one. The dorm consisted of a separate bathroom which even had showers, and about half a dozen bunk beds, and the fight instantly started on who got a top bunk. Minho almost immediately jumped up onto one, and said that he would have that one. While everyone else was still arguing over the top bunks, I just sat down on the one below Minho. He poked his head down over the side of his own bunk

"Hey Newt! Aren't you gonna go fight over a top bunk?"

I shrugged, and wrapped my arms around my knees

"N-No, I'm fine."

Minho jumped down, and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Newt? You alright?'

I looked down at my knees. I thought of all the things I could say.

I want to go home, I want Alby back, I want Chuck back, I should have saved them.

But instead I gave the simplest answer

"Yeah. I'm okay."

Minho looked like he was going to say something, but just then, there was a knock on the door, and Thomas moved to open it. He went out for a second, then came back holding multiple boxes, smiling like he just won the lottery.

"What is it?"

Frypan looked skeptical. Thomas walked over, and set the boxes in the middle of the floor

"It's pizza!"

Hearing the words, most gladers, wait. Would we still call them gladers? I don't care. I would always be a glader. Anyway, most people backed away. We had pizza in the glade, all made by Frypan. Let's just say. . . it wasn't the best. Thomas laughed.

"No, no. Good pizza. Real pizza."

With that, he opened the box, and took out a piece. After everyone saw it, then more people decided to have it. Minho got up and came back with two pieces.

"Here you go."

He offered one to me. I mean. . . it looked alright, but I just wasn't hungry.

"It's okay, I don't really want any."

Minho looked at me for a second, but then accepted my answer. After a while, Minho climbed back up to his bed, and the others followed suit, getting into their beds. I layed down, but I just couldn't sleep. I stared at the bottom of Minho's bed, and his breathing eventually lulled me to sleep.

I was in the large empty area of the glade, under the lookout tower.

I turned around, and Alby and Chuck were standing there

I took a step towards them

"Guys, I-"

I stopped talking when I saw how they looked

They looked, dead, I guess

Their eyes were hollow, their cheeks caved in

Alby was looking straight at me

"It should have been you."

I took a step back

"I-I know, I wish it was, it should have been, I-"

Chuck lurched forward

"You told me it would be okay."

"I-I know Chuck, I thought it would. . ."