If There Is A Light

Chapter 31

Newt looked like a pile of klunk, that's what Miho said. Newt was sure he was right; he did not have a mirror to verify himself, but he felt like he did. He could practically feel the bags under his eyes weighing him down. He wanted to sleep, but it was hard. He was terrified that he'd go back to sleep. He wanted to see her again, he would give his breath to see her again.... The problem with seeing her while he was asleep was that he would wake up and forget she wasn't there.

He took a deep breath. He was sick of this. He was sick of everything... especially pretending like the Glade was their home. It wasn't, no matter how much they tried to make it out to be. Newt could see everything at that point.

Minho had reluctantly let him run by himself. Newt needed some time to be by himself. He did not want to hear the concerns or get the sympathetic looks. Newt had never expected to come across a wall where the ivy reached the top of the wall. He originally climbed up there to get some perspective... he had it now.

Even from that high there was no hope. Concrete walls as far as he could see. He could not even see a little bit of whatever was outside of these walls. He did not really expect anything different. Whoever had them in there had complete control. Everyone liked to think that since they were a tiny bit self-sufficient they were sticking it to the creators. How long did they really think they could last if that box stopped coming up?

Newt stood up. The sole of his shoes hanging off of the edge. One lean forward and that would be it. He could be rid of this place once and for all. What chance did they have of making it out alive? Even if they did... they'd probably be too screwed up from this place to have a normal life anyways. Like they would know what normal was anyways?

One step and there was the possibility he'd see Ellia again. He took the step.