A/N: Sorry it's short XD. Comment if you'd like any characters view of death... that sounded morbid... and if I've read it, I'll do it. Luv ya shanks :)

I had known for a while now what I was going to have to do. Thomas would need me at some point, whether as his helper or his pin cushion. I didn't know how I knew of the button in the room, but everything seemed to evolve around it... like it was some kind of magic that Teresa couldn't see, even while sitting next to it. I guess she did have a lot on her mind, but how do you miss something as important as that?

So I went. I guessed that as long as I held up my chin and stuck with the group I was most likely not to get stung. I can still remember the horrendous screams of my dying companions ans the clash of metal on metal. I had told myself as convincingly as possible that the grievers would only kill one boy, but when Alby jumped into the evil clutches of the griever, fear simply took over.

I couldn't do this. I would go back, be picked off one by one, rather than be killed like a potato in a blender.

But I had to stay. Thomas was my best friend... my only true friend. Sure, there was Teresa, but she was more of a companion than a friend. For a while, I thought I was going to be the forever greenie, waiting thirty one days for a new greenie to come and take my spot. It was fun calling him a green bean while it lasted, but now I feel like I hadn't said it enough.

I'm annoying. I'm childish. I'm overweight. I know all this... all of what I am... but all I wanted was to fulfill the name as a friend.

Now I lay on the floor, Thomas kneeling down beside me. I could see a tear running down his cheek, and for a moment time froze. I could feel the warm blood forming a puddle around me, the cold floor being overlapped by its warmth. My head spun and the world started to deteriorate.

"Thom-mas." I said, the room started to spin. I licked my lips, but said nothing else. I tried to build up my energy to say more, struggling to even keep my eyes open. Around the room, I could see the woman, a plain expression on her face, as if she had planned it all to happen. Gally was looking miserably at the floor. There were so many things I'd have liked to say then; destroy Gally, kill the woman, help the others... but one thing racked my brain that I had to say.

"Hang on Chuck." Thomas said, a slight hint of hope in his voice, "Don't die- fight it. Someone get help!"

But I knew it was useless. No one moved. I could see the other gladers faces; pitified, tearful, shocked. Teresa was starting to tear up.

"Thomas," I whispered, "Find... my mom."

I coughed, and blood spurred out onto the plain white marble floor, "Tell her..."

Then I couldn't say anymore. The world faded entirely, and then I was gone. I would never get to meet mother, unless she's in heaven.