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Janson just shakes his head in disapproval, but he doesn't say anything as he turns in his heel and marches out the door.

Newts POV

Two days after Y/N ran off into the Maze, the attacks started. The doors stopped closing and then the Grievers came. Tears still flood my eyes when I think of Alby. He got taken by the Grievers. I can't stop thinking that I could've done something. Minho keeps reminding me that it wasn't my fault, and that he sacrificed himself willingly for us.

Apparently Minho and Tommy had found a way out for a while, but everyone thought they were crazy when they told us. Even I thought they were crazy. They insisted that the way out was the Cliff, and we had to jump. Gally was especially apposed to the idea. He went crazy and ran into the Maze after the first attack. It wasn't until the third attack that we escaped.

We all fought off the Grievers at the Cliff as Tommy, Teresa and Chuck went first, so they could put in the code. We all followed— well those that were left of us. We had about fifty Gladers before, now we're down to thirty something.

After we escaped, we were brought to a facility by some rebels that explained the horrid state the world was in, and how governments and militaries had joined forces to create WICKED; a corporation that experimented on the immune to try and study their brain patterns, finding out what made them special, and tried to recreate it. That's what the Maze was. A huge trial.

Now we're locked in a room, just the boys, and we haven't left in three days. No food, no water, nothing. While all the other boys are moaning and groaning about how hungry they are, I'm too numb to care. First Y/N. Then Alby. It seems like the people I care about just vanish.

But I still have hope that Y/N's alive. There was no evidence proving otherwise. But all the boys were getting fed up with me. Telling me it's nothing but 'false hope' and 'denial'.

"Newt stop moping. Y/N's gone! Alby's gone! Zart's gone! Chuck's gone! Nothing can fix that!", Minho shouts, breaking me out of my thoughts. I look up at him in astonishment.

"Woah, chill man", Frypan says and Minho shoots his gaze to him.

"I'm just sick of these two acting like they were the only ones who lost something", Minho points to Thomas and I.

"Yes Newt, you lost the girl you knew for a month and thought you fell in love with. You were lonely and desperate, not in love. And yes Thomas, you lost the first person in the Glade who showed you kindness, because that's who Chuck was. He was nice, even to the annoying Greenie"

Tears and anger both build up and threaten to boil over.

"What's gotten into you?!", I ask, my voice rising and quavering.

"I lost people too! Alby was one of my best friends. And Chuck was like a brother to all of us", tears stir in his eyes, but I don't feel pity.

I stand up and shove Minho into the wall, "I do love her. And she loves me. That's something you'll never understand", I spit in his face.

Tommy grabs my shoulder and rips me away from Minho.

"We all lost someone, ok? And we all have a right to mourn. But—," Tommy's sappy, inspirational speech was cut short by a loud, high pitched scream that rang through the halls. It's sounds distant, but powerful nonetheless.