Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 68//

The whole room went loud with arguments, people were agreeing, arguing, complaining and fighting. And amongst the chaos I saw Newt stand up and march right of to Thomas before he dragged the stunned boy right out of the room by his arm.

I can't believe what is happening, the noises around me were just about to send me crazy. I got myself off the floor and slipped onto Newt's chair, turning to look at Minho who just sat with his arms folded, seemingly not thinking about this at all.

I know I didn't really need to ask him what he thought about all this, but it didn't hurt. I wanted his words, his thoughts and reasoning. I wanted to hear him say it, instead of Thomas.

"Minho... what do you think?"

I asked in a quiet tone, but somehow Minho still heard me over all the noise that was happening. I could still see Newt conversing with Thomas outside the door, but something seemed to be going on there. I focused on Minho, knowing if I tried to focus on different things I could stress out again.

Minho sighed and tilted his head, offering me a long and sincere look. He pondered his thoughts, but his words had all the confidence he could muster. He meant what he said, and he said what he meant.

"I think we should do it, what more do we have to lose? Nothing, we have nothing here. At least we can go or die trying. No matter what the world is out there, it's better than being in here."

I agreed with Minho, we had nothing here, all we had was each other. As long as we try to get out of here, as long as we try to be free, it will be worth it. I just hope nobody dies, I just hope my family doesn't die.

"What about you? Do you agree with Ably?"

Minho asked, and I shook my head, I agreed with Minho, we should leave. I sighed.

"I agree. We need to leave"

Newt returned, a solemn look on his face, he had said something to Thomas clearly. I wanted to know where Newt was on this argument, did he think we should leave. He of all people deserved to be free, and he wants to get out of here more than anyone.

He has to be on our side.

Newt walked over, passing me before sweetly placing a kiss on my cheek. He muttered a 'I love you' before he backed away, standing in the middle of the room before he raised his hands.

"Enough!"

He yelled, everyone in the room now shutting their holes to listen to what the second in command had to say. I Was all ears, I stared him in the eyes as he scanned the room, looking at each Glader.

I admired his bravery, his pride and his strength. I always have.

"Right, we have all heard what our greenie has to say. I say we put it to a –"

"I ain't puttin' nothing to a vote till I hear what you have to say"

Minho interrupted sharply, Newt looked at Minho, though a look of nerves on his face he obliged to the request. He sighed deeply, but slowly he continued, speaking his mind on the case. It actually surprised me.

"Honestly, I think we should do it. There's nothing here for us, if we stay we're guaranteed death, we leave, theirs a hope of survival and freedom. I personally believe in hope. Me and Thomas think it's best to do it tonight, when it's dark and all the grievers are lurking around the maze. I think we should try it."

Newt stated, his eyes held hope as he looked at me, seemingly looking for some sort of response from me. I only offered him a smile. I thought about what he had said. Tonight? wasn't that a little drastic... but then again, we can't let another person die without some sort of attempt at getting out of here. People were dying in vain and I didn't want that. No one did.