I've been up all night, spending half of my time mourning my friends and the other half planning my suicide.

As soon as the doors open I'll run inside. I know the exact spot where I jumped last time, two rights, a left, then another right, and one last left. I'm sure there's still a blood stain. Then I'll climb up the ivy, all the way this time.

This is my last chance, if it doesn't work today the others will never let me anywhere near the maze again.

The sound of the doors opening is almost deafening this close to them, but today it's music to my ears.

I stand in front, waiting for them to open all the way. I'll run in as soon as they're open, but my feet won't seem to move. I'm waiting, waiting for my friends. Part of me is still hoping they're in there even though it's not possible.

Come on, you can do this. Right, right, left, right, left. Gathering all of my strength, I begin limping into the maze.