Goner // Newt

goner

i'm a goner...

i cried out for the millionth time, hoping someone would hear me in this horrid box i was trapped in. my mind was blank. i couldn't remember anything, not even my name.

somebody catch my breath...

not much later, i stopped hurdling upwards and the box creaked. the top opened up and i was immediately covered in blinding light. i felt someone jump into the box with me.

"hey, kid. my name's alby. you're gonna be safe. it's okay here."

i want to be known by you...

soon enough, i learned my name. newt. this place was the glade. we're stuck in the middle of a maze. apparently, the 'creators' put us all here. well, the small few of us that got sent up. everyday i would wonder why they just stuck us here with nothing. i wanted them to get me out of here.

though i'm weak...

as time passed by, more and more young boys got sent up in that bloody box, and the glade got more and more suffocating. sometimes while the box was still up, i would slip a note to the creators, asking them to get us all out.

and beaten down...

as the glade started becoming well developed, i decided to take up the job for being a runner. i thought maybe if i contributed to finding our way out, i would start to feel better.

i didn't.

i slip away into the sound...

after a new person was sent up every month, we decided to have a bonfire in celebration. we started to call these new people 'greenies.'

i watched everyone dance around the bonfire, having a good time, but i didn't feel like joining them. all i could focus on was the terrifying, monstrous noise the grievers were making from somewhere inside that shucking maze.

the ghost of you is close to me...

i know the creators are watching. there are these little bugs everywhere, and i am 100% sure there're cameras inside them. when no one's looking, i try to tell the creators to send us back. i know they're listening.

i'm inside out...

sometimes, i wonder how i felt before i got thrown in this shuck place. i like to think i lived a nice and happy life, because right now, i'm a mess.

you're underneath...

"come on, minho! stop being a slinthead! this isn't the time for fun and games!" i yelled.

"woah, chill out," minho said, backing away from me. "i was just trying to lighten the mood before we go into the maze."

"well whats the bloody point of lightening the mood now if we're going to be surrounded by nothing but darkness later!"

"listen, dude. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you ma-"

"whatever," i spat, pushing past him and stomping to the deadheads.

i went deep into the trees before i kicked a stump, and let out a frustrated yell. i slid down to the grown, feeling something hot stream down my face. i felt it again, one right after the other. before i knew it, i was sobbing.