Newt's Story

The Jump

I'd had enough.

That morning when I woke up, I knew today was it. I was gonna do it. I couldn't stand one more day being a bloody lab rat.

I was about to head into the maze (my daily routine now) before I took one more look back at the glade. My only home containing the only family I could remember before my life was ripped away from me. I said a mental goodbye, and entered the walls causing my madness and my friends all this distress.

Thoughts were racing through my mind while my legs were doing the same. The only sound was the echoey pitter patter of my feet hitting the floor. A short metallic scuttle of a beetle blade watching me every once and a while.

It was about half way through the day. I hadn't eaten anything yet. I barely ate anymore. I only ate whenever Minho or Alby forced me to. It worried them when I wouldn't eat.

I drank a few sips of water and about half an apple. But I felt like I wanted to throw it all up.
I stood up, looking around. I was a good ways away from the glade. The vines on the walls climbed up pretty far. Here looked fine to me. Anything would be fine just to escape this shuck place of a "home."

I tugged on some of the vines, they'd be strong enough to hold me. I began to climb, a million thoughts screaming at me in my head. Some were saying don't do it. More were saying do it. Anything to end it all. It sounded good. It sounded great. So I continued to climb.

I had gotten about ten feet off the ground, tangled in the vines. I turned around and did the foolish mistake of looking down. A tear escaped my eye, it hasn't hit me what I was gonna do until now. But I kept going.

I continued to climb. I gave up on hiding my tears, no one would see them anyway.

20 feet.

30 feet.

Higher, my thoughts told me.

I climbed until about fifty feet. I was shaking, vision blurry. I wanted to scream.

Bloody get on with it!

I positioned my body to not get caught on the vines. I took a deep breath and pushed out from the side of the wall.

The wind momentarily blew my hair back. It was a nice breeze. All my problems just blew away. Then the ground was right there. I tried to land comfortably, but landed on my legs.

I couldn't feel pain. It was nice. That climb was exhausting, I thought. A nap would be nice.

I thought I was dead.