Dylmas, Newtmas and Imagines

Newtmas : I Need You

*Warning: This Newtmas Chapter is a bit sad*

Lives were improving. Thomas found his mother in the Maze. She was immune, just like Thomas. Both lived in a wooden built house for survivors in a community.

*Thomas Pov

Its been two months since I shot my best friend, no more, my lover in the head; Newt. As I watched his warm blood spill onto the floor. He silence his body is. Going cold by the second.

I lay in my bed doing nothing except stare out of the window into the scorch. We lived on the outskirts. My mother, on the other hand, was humming a small tune as she cooked some stew. It was mostly what we had because there isn't much food out here. Mind Frypan's was better!

"Tom, honey, foods ready." Her voice was soft and gentle. I walked into the next room where my mother dished the food into two bowls. I ate slow, like always. She tried to make conversation but i wouldn't speak. Not even a grunt.

After eating my food, I went back to my small room with only a bed a set of drawers and a side table. In the draw of the side table was where i kept all my private things. My mohter, nor anybody else was allowed in it.

It was 11.20pm. I've been curved up on my bed for 4 hours now. My eyes were slightly wet from thinking about Newt again. I usually think about him 4 - 5 times a week which makes me cry. My mother knocked on my door, not waiting for a response knowing she wont get one, walked into my room, perching herself on the end of the bed. The bed wasnt quite big enough for two but my mother was quite small. A hand was on my should so I slightly jolted to the feeling.

"Okay, enough. Tom, honey, I need to know what the matter is with you. Please, tell me. I am so worried." Her voice had a slight hint of annoyance in it.

"Eh... I- I... During the scorch, I eh... emm I shot my best friend, well -eh- a bit more than that. He -emm- I Liked him loads and so - eh did he." I couldn't look into my mother eyes as i said it.

"Oh, you killed your best friend? But why?"

"He... eh... was-n't immune." My voice broke. Tears filled my eyes.

"Tommy, honey. Oh -" She was rubbing my back when i stood up, fury burning in me.

"NO, NO. D- DON'T CALL ME THAT! ONLY N- NEWT!" My hands were in my hair on the verge of ripping it out.

"Tom, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." She pulled ,e into a hug as I cried. I didn't know what to do so I just gave up. What was I doing? I didn't mean to scream at my mother.

After my mother gave me a diary to write my feeling in. She said she was keeping it for my 19th birthday. This is my first entry so yeah...

12th June 2013

Dear Diary,

I cant do this any more. I need Newt. My newt. I didn't even have a chance of having a NORMAL life with him. In my drawer I have a gun; Newts gun. The one I shot him with. I am think about it...

So in other words, Im probably going to kill myself. Urgh... Life is too hard with out him. I want to see him. I need to see him.

Goodbye,

Tommy

I picked up the gun from the drawer. Placing it at the side of my head. I was crying slightly, with my finger on the trigger.

As I closed my eyes, I pulled the trigger.

Hey...

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