"I'm not upset," he says, feeling melancholy "I don't want to talk". 

They say, the eyes are the windows to the soul. 

It is easy to see that something's tearing away at his heart, draining every ounce of hope the boy once had. 

"I feel like I'm in cased in a glass box, just tall and wide enough for me to stand in. The glass feels as though it could break anytime, into millions of tiny pieces, but instead of being free, I feel like I'll only suffocate". His words are full of something stronger than anything he's felt before and though he can't comprehend it, he easily feels completely vulnerable to it. 

He screams at the top of his lungs, screams and screams till his lungs burn of nonexistent fire. 
His screams aren't full of fear, he's not afraid of anything anymore. 

"NEWT!" Someone yells his name in the distance. "NEWT!" They keep yelling but he chooses to ignore it. 

His eyes burn, tears stain his cheeks. He balls his hand into a tight fist, his knuckles go white and his nails dig into his palm. 
He takes his bottom lip in between his two rows of teeth and bites down as hard as he can as his fist comes into contact with the wall. 

The wall stands tall, the wall is indestructible and the wall feels nothing. 
"I'm a wall" he breathes. He punches it again, this time harder, this time he tastes blood. His bottom lip is bleeding. 

The wall is tall enough. He thinks. 
Maybe the wall can help. 

He grabs hold of something, a thick vine and he climbs it. He keeps climbing the wall, he feels no one can stop him as he's finally going to escape.

"NEWT?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-" he hears his best friend on the ground, yelling things at him but he blocks him out. He blocks everything at and everyone out. 

He continues to climb up the wall, his fingers wrap around another vine but then his feet slips. He's holding onto the vine, his body dangling against the wall. 

He hears himself gasp, he squeezes his eyes shut, maybe if he can't see the world, the world can't see him. 

His hands become dangerously sweaty, he hasn't even said good bye to his friends yet. 

His iron grip loosens on the vine, slowly at first he starts descending then the air is knocked out of him as he falls to the ground in less then a second. 

He lands on his back and for a few seconds he thinks he's escaped until he sees Minho's face hovering above his. 

Newt groans as his best friend, Minho lifts him up. 
"You're going to have to help me. I can't carry you all the way back". Minho says as he carefully helps Newt stand. 

He wishes Minho could have at least given him a few minutes to lie there but he knows why the runner had to get him out quick. 

Newt's arm rests on Minho's broad shoulders, Minho's arm around Newt's waist as Minho helps his best friend limp out of the maze. 

"You're not allowed to do that, ever again". Minho grumbles to Newt who stays silent but nods. 

When the pair arrives in the Maze, Alby is the first to bombard them with unanswerable questions but Minho can only shake his head.

"What happened?" A couple of boys take Newt off of Minho's shoulder and take him up to Jeff and Clint. 

Minho just sighs, "ask him" he tells anyone who asks him about what happened in the maze. 


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my heart (╯︵╰,)