"Fine then I'll leave!" You yell at Newt before storming off into the maze. You didn't see the griever but it saw you. It all happened before you could react. The griever latches it's claw around your ribs and crushes each of them slowly before throwing you away. Your body flies and you land on a sharp rock. You don't scream, you just let the tears fall. Your bloody lungs are almost finished their job and every glader circles around you.
Newt gets down on his knees and starts to cry "Don't cry for me! Cry for what could of been" "No Pamela! I'm sorry" "I forgive you" You silently whisper and then you leave your body, and all the memories it holds. Darkness greats you and it is easier then living, but somehow harder. The emotional pain that consumes your thoughts is your only anchor.
Death is easy, but dealing with loss isn't.
