Ky's POV:

He just got crushed. He just got crushed in between the doors. I heard his bones crunch. He just died in front of me. I just witnessed a death.

Thoughts race through my mind like a race car. My body shakes and I sob uncontrollably, not caring if anyone thinks I'm weak. I don't care who sees me right now. I don't care what is happening around me. I don't care where I am or who is with me. I just know that Gally died an awful death because of me.

Through my blurred vision, I see blood pooling around me.

Whose?...

My eyes follow the trail of thick, crimson blood to the closed doors.

Gally's.

My stomach heaves and I turn and vomit beside me.

I'm covered in his blood.

The thought triggers something inside me and I suddenly scream. Breaths quick and shaky, I scramble backwards, trying to get as far away as possible from the gruesome scene.

When I'm a few yards away, I throw up again. With the contents of my stomach gone, I collapse to the ground in a crying heap once more. Everything disappears except for me and my suffering mind. Time doesn't seem to exist and neither does the Glade. The Maze and it's deadly creatures are gone. My thoughts are the only things left to penetrate the foggy wall to reality. I just float, feeling empty and guilty and lost and sad and scared. But eventually, my thoughts leave too. Then, I just float in the darkness, feeling nothing at all.

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