Newt's Story

I Want To Die

I woke up in the homestead.

Oh klunk.

My body was aching, especially my leg. I didn't open my eyes, but I was awake.

I heard voices talking in hushed tones.

"I'm not leaving that shank until he wakes up. And he will."

Minho.

"Fine. He's in critical condition according to the medjacks. If he wakes up, don't be too loud or rough. I never knew he would've pulled something like this."

Alby.

They were waiting for me to wake up. How long? I thought (and wished) I was dead. How could I have survived a 50-foot fall onto concrete?

I heard Alby walk away. I turned my head, eyes still closed, just to get myself stirring and give Minho a little relief. I heard him take a seat next to my bed.

"Newt, you shank, why'd you do this..." he muttered. "I could've helped. And now you might never wake up..."

I took a deep breath. It even hurt to breathe. "Newt..." he said with caution.

I opened my eyes. Minho's face lit up. I tried sitting up, but it hurt and I let out a yelp, alarming him.

"Woah, woah, woah." he said, quickly springing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. "Slow down, bro."

"How long have I been out?" I asked, my voice a little rough.

"Two days. Why'd you do it?" he said bluntly.

"Do what?" I muttered, shamefully. "Don't even play dumb, Newton. Me and Alby both know what happened. I want to know why."

I didn't want to answer. I sat up, wincing a bit. I kept silent with an angry Minho glaring down at me. "I- um..." I couldn't look him in the eye. A tear ran down my face. He sat down next to me and put a hand on my back. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you. I knew you hated it here, but not to this extent. Why didn't you talk to me about this?"

It took me a minute to answer. "I didn't want to worry anyone. And we have to focus on getting out, not my stupid problems." I muttered.

I laid back down. My body hurt too much even after two days. "Newt, you can always come talk to me. Don't ever feel like you can't. And your problems are not stupid. If it went to this extent, they certainly aren't stupid. I just feel like klunk that I didn't notice, didn't try to help." Minho said, standing up.

I cried a little more before my emotions turning to anger.
"I want to die. I want to die, Minho! I can't stand it anymore! I'm done being a bloody lab rat! How did I even get here? I was a couple miles from the glade!"
"Alby found you. He dragged you back and barely got back before the doors closed. Said you were passed out, your leg was mangled. Medjacks had to work on you for a few hours. They wouldn't let me see you until I almost knocked out Clint. They worked on your leg forever... they said you couldn't be a runner anymore. Your-" I cut him off.
"Glad I'm not a runner anymore. I won't be able to try something so shucking stupid again."
"Yeah... but what I was saying was you'd most likely walk weird from now on. It'll be a while before you can be completely back on your feet. And you have a sprained wrist. Aaand a slight concussion."
"Is that it?" I said, groaning and covering my eyes with my hands.
"Yeah. You're pretty banged up. Gonna be a while before you leave this place."
"Bloody brilliant." This news was the worst I could've heard- even in the circumstances.
"I'm sorry," he put his hand on my shoulder again. "I'll visit you later with some food. Get some rest, bro."
"See ya, Min." I said before drifting to a very uncomfortable sleep.