Chapter 2-Newt
I awoke to a pale light. The sun was steadily rising, lighting up the otherwise darkness of my world.
Nick had just died a few weeks ago and there's nothing I could have done to prevent it. I was so caught up with my own selfish needs that I was unconscious and suicidal when Nick had volunteered. How could I possibly push thoughts of suicide out of my mind? Especially now. I felt a knife stabbing my heart over and over again; destroying whatever was left of it.
I pulled my machete from my back and placed it on my arm. I moved the blade, slicing the skin of my arm. Instant pain, instant relief. I cut myself a few more times before I realized it was happening again.
It had been about a month now since I had been klunk-brained enough to jump off a wall in the Maze. I had broken my right leg and was stuck with a heavy limp that would be here for my entire life. I still had the phantom pain as if it were only yesterday.
The sun was completely over the horizon, signifying the Wake Up. I hauled myself out of my hammock and started to wake up everyone else. Soon, everyone was up and headed towards Frypan's kitchen.
I stayed behind, sat down on the ground, and started messing with a blade of grass.
"Newt, I know what you're trying to do and I'm not going to let you starve yourself." A familiar voice said. I looked up to see Minho, his jet black hair and olive skin easy to see in the morning light.
"Why are you still here?" I growled, "Shouldn't you be out in the Maze?"
Minho held up his hands in surrender, "Fine if you really want me gone." He ran off towards the doors of the Maze, which were just beginning to open.
I sighed, hauled myself up, and began the lengthy walk to the kitchen.