Why us? (tmr fanfiction)

Chapter 6. Cupcakes and Kings

*Warning: This chapter briefly talks about suicide*

"Watch out klunk-face!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. 

The past few months have been filled with up-sides and down-sides. The up-sides include: Me becoming a runner (the next day after the fight with Jacob), my relationship with Minho growing (even though we weren't actually dating people know we have a special bond), and things in the glade have are finally beginning to settle down. 

But, on the other hand things are just beginning to take a turn for the worse. In the past four months we've had to bury nine of us. Well, technically, only five and a half. These four month have not been a walk through the park. Not in the slightest. 

On the third week, a group of gladers, orchestrated by Jacob, decided to take it upon themselves to find a way out. With multiple lines of rope they tried to lower a boy named George, who drew the short straw, down the box hole. If you had asked me before they did it, I wouldn't think it was that bad of an idea. That however was quickly changed. Once people heard of this plan a crowed formed around the hole. Nobody really understood what happened, but all I know is, George was suddenly missing the lower half of his body.

Everyone was in panic mode. By the time we pulled George out of the hole, with Susan and I both trying to resuscitate on him, he was gone. Alby threatened Jacob that the next time he put another Gladers life in danger he was going to be thrown down the hole himself. 

That night I cried. I was cradled in the arms of Minho, who I'm certain also shed a tear. It was a big step forward for us. It was an unspoken truce, that we would be there for each other. 

George's funeral was quiet. We buried him in the back of the deadheads, where Im beginning to believe will become our own cemetery.

Over the next few days, two more bodies, Jack and Norman.  We found Jack on the edge of the tree line. Apparently, he hung himself in one of the trees. I didn't know until I get back from the maze. I did however see Norman. He was a runner, with Minho, Newt, Johnson, and I. Every couple of days we would run in pairs just so we wouldn't lose our heads. But seeing as there were only five of us, sometimes while we were in pairs someone would be alone. We would alternate so it would be fair. 

That day just so happened that Norman was by himself. Newt and I had been heading back into the Glade when we saw his silhouette on one of the walls. Somehow he had climbed up the wall using the ivy. Newt and I tried to coax him off of the wall, but he wouldn't listen. He had given up all hope. In the end, he took the leap and I couldn't bare to watch. I guess Newt couldn't either because he pulled me into an embrace. When we heard the impact I sprinted to Norman screaming at Newt to go get help. I tried to do what I could, but the impact killed him instantly. I guess it was for the best that he didn't feel it. 

That night Alby gave a speech to all the Gladers that suicide was never the answer. That we were a big family and If anyone was gonna get out of here it would be together and not the easy way out. 

Again, that night I fell asleep in Minho's warm embrace. However, I didn't cry. The last time I cried I told myself I wouldn't cry anymore, for I needed to be strong for the others. I needed to be a beacon of hope, so that the other boys could think to themselves that 'if a girl can do this, so can I'. 

We buried Jack and Norman, and again the funerals were quiet. Yet everyone paid their respects non-the-less.

A week later Newt, Minho, and I returned to the glade filled with commotion and everyone was rather excited. We rushed to where all of the noise was coming from and found a new face. Alby explained that the siren we heard from the first day, rang again, and the box came up the elevator with another boy in it with the weekly supplies. In this shipment came paper, pencils, canned food, different types of seeds for the gardens, wood, and a few other odds and ends along with the boy.