Minhos POV

You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don't think I did.

It was normal to be seen running as though your life depended on it. Its what the other gladers saw every time a runner ran into the maze. It was normal to be seen running while screaming in panic. It was normal to be seen as though you were trying to stop fate from taking yet another glader's life. That's why no one turned around for a second. It was why no one realized this was anything but normal.

I didn't think you'd lose it so fast, but glad your back.

As I ran the endless twists and turns of the Maze, I tried remembering when everything went wrong. When things went even worse than they already were. I guess I should have seen this sooner. Someone being forced all that responsibility and not breaking: it just wasn't possible. Not when you are trapped in an endless maze, with no memories, and your friends seem to be falling left and right.

It should have been obvious that it would end up this way. Someone should have realized that this would end running against time and death. Someone should have shucking seen. While I now knew, it might still not be enough.

The only other one here who's ever even been out in the Maze is Newt.

It started like normal enough of a day. We all set up to run; the walls open already like they always were. I noticed one spot was empty, but figured he just decided to get a head start. The run was the same as always, nothing changing. That alone would drive anyone shucking mad. Yet another thing I should have seen.

Couple of years runnin' your but off every day, you figure out what you need.

I got back early, still figuring it was normal. One by one, the runners returned. Eventually, only one had yet to return. Alby told me it was nothing, that I was just over reacting. It was almost enough to make me believe. I waked back to homestead, planning to just to go to sleep till morning. Then I saw the note.

Nothing kills happy time more than being reminded of your slaughtered friends every day.

I clutched the note, turning yet another corner, running faster as the flashbacks passed by. The note was in his bag, his sleeping area cleared out. Like he knew he would be gone. I had walked over when it fell out, only a minute later I was back in the Maze. At this point, I didn't care that the doors would close soon.

No way he's still alive.

I should have noticed. In the glade, we're all supposed to be like family. We were supposed to notice when one of us felt pain. Ironically enough, it had been him who made that real, yet no one stopped his pain. No one saw how his smiles were a little to forced, how last night he stayed to long after he said goodnight, how he seemed to always be fighting with himself. We were supposed to be friends; he was supposed to be like a brother to me.

And now I was running to see him throw himself off the walls of the living hell we had been stuck in for almost two shucking years.

It's our only chance. Just keep moving. Don't stop running!

As I ran I crumpled the note in my hand, not letting go of the reason why I ran. Finally, I started to hear talking. It was still far away, but now I knew I didn't have much longer of running. Finally I was there, skidding to a stop, freezing in terror. I looked up seeing him halfway up the wall, barely holding on.

You really think we've never had the ingenious thought of climbing up the freaking walls?

"I'm sorry. I just can't take this anymore." I tried to say something, anything that would make him stop. For once, I couldn't make a sound. I just stood there, frozen, trying to force myself to move. Something held me back, forcing me still. He took a trembling breath, and continued. "I hope you can find your own way out. Just it won't be with me. I'm sorry."

Aim high, hit low

Then I stood, unable to move no matter how hard I tried, and I watched as my best friend in this shucking hell throw himself off the wall.

You're good as dead, just like the rest of us.

The sickening crack of his leg hitting the pavement brought me back to reality. I ran forward, throwing the note in the quickly growing puddle of red. I leaned forward, holding back the screaming. You should have seen. I quickly looked over him, accessing the damage. He was still breathing, but was loosing blood, and I could tell by the revolting twist in his leg, he would never walk the same again, much less be a runner.

I looked at my watch, seeing there was only five minutes to get back to the glades before we were trapped. Refusing to leave my friend behind, I grabbed him, flinching at the cries of pain he made. I took off running for the third time that day, note long since forgotten.

Dear gladers,

I know you will someday find away. I know that with the next greenie or two you forget about me. Just keep me as an example of what not to do. You'll get free one day, just as I am doing right now.

Goodbye, Newt

No one had seen. When we did, it was too late. The worst part was, before long, we once more turned a blind eye to his pain and growing madness. Should've seen sooner.

AN: I am so sorry. I'm sorry for this but I just had to. I'm sorry if this sucked, this is the first super angsty thing I've written. This will be a three shot; the next POV will be Newts, the Thomas'. And I know in the story, Alby saved Newt, but I can not write Alby's POV Be sure to review, constructive criticism will be appreciative. Ill try to update soon. Once more, so, so sorry.

Disclaimer: James Dashner didn't write this fan fiction, or else it would be a lot sadder.