Why the shuck did you have to die Thomas? I should've tried harder to stop you going. I shoulda' said something, at least said goodbye. I'm no good to anyone, they all just get killed.
Minho took another step. The edge of the cliff only metres away. Memories flasjed through his head.
The blood stains on the floor of the mace corridor,
The cliff,
Alby's cries for help as he raced to reach the limp body of his best friend before it was too late,
Just another step,
The screams as Newt yelled 'you shanks shoulda let me die'
One more,
Newt had jumped.
Alby was dead,
Chuck was dead,
Winston was dead,
Newt was dead,
Thomas was dead.
And Minho wasn't?
He didn't deserve to still be alive, after all the pain the others went through, they should have lived, not him.
Minho stepped forward, one foot hovering above the edge of the cliff.
What would one more death matter anyway?
It wouldn't.
No one needed him. Frypan was better of without him and he'd practically told Brenda to go die in a hole.
A single tear trickled down his cheek. He deserved this.
Frypan looked frantically about the camp. Minho hadn't been in his cabin like he'd said. The last person to see him was Brenda, but she was in no state to tell him anything.
When he had tried to ask her where Minho was, he'd found her huddled in her bed next to Jorge who was killing everyone with the anger in his eyes. His fists clenched dangerously tightly.
Frypan had no idea what Minho had said but it seemed as though he had ripped her heart out. He uttered a frantic apology and staggered out of the room, hopelessness filing him up inside.
He ran through the maze of cabins, scanning faces for a glimpse of his friend. People started at him as he sprinted past, some asking if he was alright. But he couldn't seem to hear them ,it was like all he could here was the pounding of his heart in his head and his feet pounding the ground beneath him.
Something wasn't right. Every time he had gone looking for Minho he'd always found him eventually, but this time was different. He didn't know what it was, but something was definitely wrong.
The pained cry he heard a few moments later answered every question in his head. The sound of his name being called mirrored the pain in Alby's voice when Newt had been dragged from the maze that night.
His heart raced as he sprinted for the cliff. He could see the silhouette of someone standing up there, dangerously close to the edge.
"NO", he shouted, in a futile attempt to get the attention of whoever was standing up there. He wouldn't let anyone else die.
Everything was a blur. All Minho could think was how he'd let them all down. He'd promised Alby he'd take care of Newt and that failed, he'd promised Newt he'd take care of Thomas and he was dead too. The only person he hadn't let down yet was Fry, and he knew doping this would break his friends' heart.
But he didn't have a choice.
He heard a cry far of, but it was muffled, as though he wasn't really with it. A few seconds later there was another cry, this time closer and more desperate.
One more step.
It was Minho. The figure standing, ready to greet death with open arms was Minho.
"MINHO", Frypan shouted, but there was no reaction from the boy on the edge of the cliff.
"MINHO STOP"
His name. His name was being called. Why would anyone want to call his name? Maybe it was to save him, but no, he couldn't let whoever it was stop him. He had to do this. It would be better for everyone.
One more step.
He was so close. MINHO! The voice shook him, it was Frypan. Maybe he shouldn't. But no, if he stopped now then Frypan would be the next dead.
He turned to face the boy sprinting in desperation towards him. Another tear trickled down his cheek.
"I'm sorry", he whispered, and took one step back.
