Nick was about to go to the hole. I quickly walked to him.
"Hey, good luck. Let's hope everything will be alright" I said to him.
"Don't worry. What could go wrong?" he asked hopefully. I shrugged.
"I don't know. Still good luck." I gave him a good luck kiss on the cheek and took a few steps back. He gave me a thumbs up and went down in the hole. When he was going down, we were all looking at the hole. He disappeared in the darkness, where even our lights couldn't reach him. Newt stood next to me, I took his hand and squeezed it. He brought his hand to his mouth and gave a kiss on it. Alby, Minho and a lot of other boys held the rope where Nick hang on. Suddenly I heard a weird sound, it sounded like the sound of metal slicing something. I suddenly felt really scared.
"Nick! Nick" I shouted.
"Yes?!" he shouted back. When I heard his voice I was relieved but it still wasn't safe. The slicing sound was back.
"Stop! Come back! Pull him back! Now" I shouted hysterical. The guys immediately pulled him up but it was too late.
"Help! Help! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
That were the last words of Nick.
The guys pulled up the rope. I thought that the knife had cut the rope and Nick felt down but no it was way worse. Half of his body still hung at the rope. His whole waist was gone, blood was still trickling out of his body. Nick eyes were still open. It didn't matter to me that he looked filthy. I walked to him - or what was still there- and closed his eyes. Then I began crying. I didn't hear anything. I didn't hear the others throwing up, I didn't hear Gally shouting, I heard nothing.