Broken and Gone ( A Newtmas Fanfic)

Chapter 11

The next day Thomas walked into the dining pavilion completely aware of the eyes following his every sound he made, every movement, the way his sneakers hit the ground, his breath, raspy and quiet. He picked up a plate clenching it hard, so hard that his knuckles were white, and the tips of fingers started to throb.

The area was quiet, it was early morning when the sun hadn't yet begun to warm the land. Thomas usually woke at this time enjoying the quiet sense of peacefulness letting the cool air relax him, but that day he was there early for a different reason.

The temperature was far from hot, but Thomas already had a bead of sweat sliding its way down his back, he didn't dare stop to wipe it away. He barely noticed what food he picked up and set on his plate, his mind to full of paranoia, of panic.

All I must do He thought, Get food and water, that's all.

But what if Newt.... No. He was being paranoid; he knew for a fact that N-Newt along with Minho slept late, and even by some misfortune he bumped into them he was under no obligation to talk to either of them.

After he grabbed his food, his plate filled with pastries and eggs, he hastily made his way back to his tent. Only relaxing when he safely made it into his tent, the flap closing behind blocking out the last of cool morning air. Since he had begun to settle in his tent began to look the part, his clothes strewn across the floor and his blankets were a knotty mess from his lack of sleep the night before.

He sat down grabbing a book that Jorge had given him, believing that reading would help him cope. He opened the book, the book was old, older than anything they'd seen before and according to Brenda. It was called Harry Potter, the book was damaged, the former owner seemed to whether on purpose or not Thomas didn't know had ripped out the parts of the book with the author's name leaving only a J on the front cover. He had asked Brenda once why, but she just shook her head, whoever owned the book beforehand was long gone now, they might be dead or worse, but even with the books' rugged appearance Thomas dove into the book and for these few precious moments a day, the moments where all he thought about was what the characters would do next, all the thought was what it would feel like to be there, and he seemed to leave this world and only when he closed the book would he be wrenched from it into the unforgiving, cold reality. He would spend days reading and night's dreaming, sometimes the characters would make him smile, sometimes they would make him cry. The way they spoke made him ache inside, flashes of Newt crossing his mind, but he refused to let his emotions take over, Newt had hurt him too much, too many times and he was not ready, maybe he would never be ready to open that part of his heart again.

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His stomach growled hungerly later that evening, he hadn't eaten since breakfast, and he was not prepared to starve just to avoid his friends. He reluctantly put down his book, slipped on his jacket, and slid into his sneakers. He walked briskly into the dining pavilion, seeming to repeat what he did that morning. Feeling the eyes following him yet again.

I'm not here, He told himself Just focuses on walking

Left

Right

Left

Right

Lef-

He stumbled back, surprised when he bumped into something or someone...

Standing blocking his path was not who he had suspected. Harriet stood in front of him, her arms crossed and her face stern. She was holding what seemed to be a small journal.

"Here." She said harshly, "Someone dropped this off said it was for you."

She put the book in Thomas's hands, he understood it wasn't a choice, it was an order. He huffed indignantly and turned to go but Harriet stopped him again grabbing his arm.

"Thomas," She said this softer than before, "It's not good for you to do this, you're just going to-"

"Thanks Harriet." Thomas intervened, "I'm fine."

He turned and walked off ignoring the calls behind him.

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When he sat back down in his tent, he opened the small journal.

Entry One

Hello,

Whoever is reading this since you decided to read this you must either be creepy or just despite for something to read since you can't just mind your own bloody business but anyway, today I made a big decision whether it was smart or stupid I don't know but I choose to leave my life and go live in the crank palace with people like me. I met this girl and her son on the way there I'm not sure what to do, I hope my friends are ok, I hope they forgot about me. Maybe they'll be able to survive since I probably won't. She's coming so goodbye for today oh dear creepy reader....

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Author Note: OMG sorry this chapter took so long and is kinda crap. 

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