Newt's Story

Aftermath

"Newt. Neeeewwwttt," a voice said.

"Uuuggghhh..." I tried to respond. "Bro, wake up."
"Go away." I said, hitting whoever stood beside me in the side.
"I have food."
I opened one eye in response. I saw Minho standing over me with two plates of food.

"Always works." he said with a small chuckle and smirk. "Can you sit up?" he asked.
"I'll try. My body hurts like klunk." I said trying to sit up without causing too much pain.

After I got comfy (and a few pillows added behind my back and one pillow under my supposably "mangled" leg), Minho gave me the plate and sat down beside me. Both plates consisted of sandwiches, mashed potatoes, corn, and raw carrots.

I thanked him for the food and the moments after were filled with eating in silence.
"So I bet you're hungry after not eating for two days?" Minho said, breaking the silence.
"Very." I said with a full mouth.
"Haven't seen you eat that much in weeks. Alby and I were worried. We wanted to help, but didn't offer soon enough. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Min. It's the bloody creators' faults. Trapping all of us in here. It's inhumane is what it is. And we were making no progress on getting out of a shucking maze! Who knows if we will ever get out?"

I was getting angry, the more I thought about it. I was yelling at myself, asking questions, making myself more angry, then Minho pulled me out of my thoughts.

"You've got your angry face on, you're thinking too much on this. Listen to me when I say this. We will get out, trust me on that. Don't underestimate us. We are smart. Smart enough to solve this maze. We will get out."

"You promise me?"

"Promise on Gally's eyebrows." ~~

"Newt you ready?" Minho grabbed my shoulder.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I sighed. I looked back at the glade, saying the second mental goodbye I've had to still the only home I remember.

I looked at Minho, he was getting ready to run between the walls, same as my new friends, Chuck, Thomas and Teresa. The other gladers that decided to come were behind me. Adrenaline pumping, leg hurting more (or maybe that's just me), we took off into the maze. Bad memories laced in the vines climbing the walls. My limp holding me back. Thomas checked up on me a few times.

We were leaving the maze.

We were leaving the maze.

We were leaving the maze.

Loosing a friend, leaving a friend, and a trail of destruction behind us, we piled into a bus, our transportation to freedom. A better life. ~~

"You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don't think I did." I spat. I stole a look at his hand reaching for a gun in his pocket.
"What happened?" Thomas answered. Bloody small talk was making me angry. I can feel myself slipping. "I tried to kill myself in the maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back before the doors closed.." I rambled on, I tried my best to calm, but my mind was leaving. I didn't have much time before I myself, was a crank. I can't have that happen.

I yanked the gun out of his hand and held it up to my head. "Kill me or I kill you."
"I can't." he stuttered.
Always gotta be the bloody hero. He can't save everyone, idiot.
"Kill me!" I spat. It wasn't long before my mind would be completely gone.
"I can't."
"KILL ME!" I yelled, shoving the gun in his hand. I've gone mad. I searched desperately in my diseased mind for a few more seconds.
"Please, Tommy. Please." I begged.

He pulled the trigger.