Today was... well it was weird.

We lost someone. Ben. Remember him?

Yeah, the poor shank was stung and was going absolutely crazy... it wasn't like him at all.

He... he mentioned... you. He said that, you were... one of them... the ones that put us in the maze. He was... he was saying that... it was all your fault.

But... BUT HOW, TOMMY? HOW? You're dead... you're gone. You can't do anything because... you're not here... anymore.

You're not with me.

He kept... insulting you and blaming you— I couldn't have it. I couldn't hold the anger in anymore.

He came up to me, grabbed me by the shirt and started yelling in my face, saying things that I never thought he would say.

'How could you be in love with that piece of klunk?'

That set me off the edge.

So I grabbed the nearest thing around me and smacked him in the head with it. He was unconscious, with everyone rushing towards him and Minho yelling at me of why I did that.

But I knew what happened. I knew he wouldn't survive.

I... I killed him, Tommy. I killed him... for you.

Please don't be mad at me for this.