Newt’s POV:
Climbing up the ivy was amazing. The feel of the rough stone walls mixed with the flimsy and soft material of the vines. The wind blowing my hair. The sky above me, the ground below me. I wondered if I could fly. Just fly away from this horrible place.
Finnaily, I got to the point where my brain refused to let me go any higher. Just another scheme of the creators. I fastned myself to the wall with the vines, and let my hands go slack. Now, I looked around. There was one of the stupid creatures we named ‘beetle blades’ which we think the creators use to watch us. I gave it a look, then smashed it with my fist. Man, it felt good to hear the crunch. Now I looked around, and couldn’t even see above any shucking walls. The view from where I was on the ivy, was the wall right across from me. Well I guess that's it.
No way out
No way out
No way out.
I looked down at the ground. It looked so far down.
I looked up at the sky. It looked so far up.
And, here I was. In between. I felt tears on my cheeks.
Why was I crying?
Because I missed Minho?
No. Because I was empty?
No. Because I knew there was no way out?
No, that was wrong too. Because there was a way out.
With that thought, I realized why I was crying.
I realized what I was about to do.
But, I should be happy.
I finally found a way out.
No way out
No way out
No way out
No, that was wrong. I knew there was a way out. And I knew I was going to take that path out.
I stopped crying.
Because I knew I’d finnaily be free.
I smiled because I would fly.
I would fly out of this bloody maze.
I smiled again and whispered almost to myself
“G-Goodbye Min.”
Then I jumped.
I heard the snap of the vines as they let go.
I felt the wind and gravity.
I closed my eyes.
I smiled.
I spread my arms out.
I was going to fly.
I was getting out.
Then I heard a crack.
A crack that hurt.
A crack that felt good.
A crack that blacked me out.
Goodbye maze.
Goodbye Minho.
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Minho’s POV:
I had been at the intersection since lunch time. Now it was past the meeting time, and still no Newt. I waited. I waited some more. We had about two hours before the walls closed, and Newt still hadn’t come out of section eight.
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
I shouldn’t have let him go alone. . . it's all my fault . . . Newt please come back. . . I had to go get him. He could be hurt or lost or trapped. I had to get him out. I started running. Luckily, I knew section eight pretty well, and could guess where Newt went.
left, right, left right, right left, left, right.
I turned a corner and almost tripped over something.
“Shuck!”
Then I realized what it was. It was Newt’s pack. Oh no. No, no, no. I screeched to a stop and looked around. Then I saw it. A body. A very Newt looking body. I ran over. It was Newt.
But. . . he was smiling. Why?
“Newt? Newt. Newt!”
No response. I was shaking him now, and I knew I was crying. I felt the hot tears on my face, but my body felt cold.
“Newt! Sweetie! Please wake up! Please. . .”
Still no response. I lay my head on his chest and started sobbing. He was gone. Wait. . . no. I-I could feel a heartbeat. Slow, unsteady, and stringy, but still, a heartbeat! I sat up. I shook Newt's limp body. I yelled in his ear
“Newt! Newt! Newt, honey! Wake up!”
His eyes twitched before slightly opening.
“M-Min?”
I was full on crying now. Tears poured down my face.
“Yes Newt! It’s me, Minho! Yes!”
Newt was still alive. For now. Thank shuck.
“A-Am I dead?”
That broke my heart.
“No, sweetie, not yet.”
He looked sad at hearing that. Sad.
Maybe it was just the pain. Then I noticed his leg. It was bent in several different angles and was slightly bleeding. How the shuck do you hurt your leg like that?
“Newtie, can you tell me what happened so we can treat it?”
A Nod. I waited. No response other than that.
“Did you. . . trip?”
A shake of the head.
“Was it a griever?”
Another shake of the head.
“Well, then what?”
There were no other dangers in the maze. Newt had tears in his eyes now, his mouth twitching downward.
“D-Do you really want to know?”
“Yes, yes Newt I do.”
Tears were now streaming down Newt’s face.
“W-Well remember how the runner said there was no way out?”
“Uh-huh. . .”
My tears had started to fall, landing on the dirty stone floor.
“Well, I k-kept thinking of that, and c-couldn’t stop thinking of it.”
“Okay. . .”
Where was this going?
“Well, I climbed up the i-ivy to s-see if I could see an exit, which I d-didn’t”
Newt was sobbing now, barely able to get the words out, his whole body shaking.
“I-I jumped Minho. I jumped. I found a way out. Death. I tried to t-take that way out.”
If I thought my heart was broken before, it was in smithereens now. Newt jumped. He tried to end it. It was my fault. It's all my fault. I shouldn’t have let him go alone. I should have made him feel better. I should have noticed. I should have been with him. I couldn’t hold back the sobs any longer. They burst from me, each one a reminder of how I should have been there for Newt. I was to blame. Me.
“W-Why Newt?”
“Be-Because I couldn’t bear it. The taunting, the emptiness I felt, the no way out. I was just done. I still am done.”
His voice was breaking every couple words.
Newt was crying even harder now. I tried to comfort him, but I was also crying.
“Newt, honey, it’ll all be okay. We will help you. We will find a way out. And I will always be there for you.”
Never in my whole life have I said a less true statement. I couldn't say there was a way out. I couldn't say everything would be okay. I wasn’t there for him today, when it really mattered, so how would I be there for him other times?
Newt didn’t look all that satisfied.
“I-It wasn’t just that. It was everything. Bloody hell, it still is everything.”
“Newt. . . my sweet, sweet Newt. . .”
I couldn’t handle the thought I had almost lost him. I could still lose him. I picked him up and ran. I ran to forget. I ran to lose myself. I ran to save Newt.
We got back, and instantly Alby and a team of med-jacks were there. Alby immediately noticed my red eyes, splotchy face, and tears still pouring down my face.
“Hey, what happened?”
“I-I-I-I-I”
I couldn’t do it. The med-jacks took Newt off of me, and I reached for him, tried to get him back, but even I knew I was too weak. Alby walked over and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Minho, you have to tell me what happened.”
I was sobbing so hard I could barely talk.
“W-W-W-Well me and N-N-N-N-Newt split up to cover t-t-two sections, a-a-and I found h-h-him”
Alby looked worried. I was shaking violently now. I tried wrapping my arms tightly around myself in a bear hug. I didn't work. Maybe if I close my eyes I can disappear. Didn’t work.
“And? What had happened to him?”
“He, he, he, he c-c-climbed up the i-i-ivy, and, and, and”
If I said this I might break. But if I didn’t Newt would die, and then I would break.
“A-A-and he j-j-j-j-jumped.”
I ran then. I ignored the calls that I heard. I wasn't thinking about where I was going. I just ran. I could barely see straight through the tears, but that didn’t stop me. By the time I slowed down, I saw where I was. Newts hidden spot. Newt said he went here a lot. He said now it was the place he came to be with me. Maybe if I sat there, Newt would come. . .