This is just a one shot that has been eating away at me for a couple of months and today I just felt like publishing it.

Newt P.O.V

For months the feelings had been brewing inside me. Running had built up a dam but last night the dam just broke. All the sadness, pain and despair broke free and destroyed all reason to live. I only have two friends in the glade. Both would be hurt, but a plucky greenie or two and I'll fade away.

I jog out into the maze early so that no one can see that I don't had the energy to fake the smile that I have held for months. I run and run until I'm far enough away that no one will reach me until it's too late.

After a couple of hours I've mapped my section enough that I can turn my mind to other matters. I find where the ivy's thickest and climb. I don't want to fall too soon. I need to be high enough that impact will kill me.

It takes me an hour to get high enough that the impact will do damage. Once at the top I feel the wind tousle by hair. I can almost taste the freedom that death will promise. For half a second I believe that I don't need to do this that I can keep going. But that fleeting hope is gone.

Before I can talk myself out of it I throw myself off the wall.

As my body hits the stone ground, my world erupts into pain,