Him & I (Newtmas story)

Chapter 9: You and I

Heeyyyyy again, it's me, glad you've come this far in this story, I couldn't be happier at that. 🩷 I hope you enjoy this chapter!! Now onto chapter 9 of Him & I!!

Newt's POV:

I drifted around in my mind, all light and life seemed to be torn away from me. I could barely see my own hand. I kept bobbing up and down, I didn't know if there was an end to this darkness. I didn't want to float around here forever, I wanted to go back. I didn't know how to though. I didn't want this, I didn't want to die. Not anymore, I had Tommy now, he was something of a life force within me. He came back to me when I was at my lowest. He helped me, he didn't run away, he stayed with me. He comforted me. He stayed. 

He told me that I meant so much to him. He made me feel worth something and he made me feel validated. I wanted him to know that I cared for him too, I wanted to hold him, I wanted to protect him the way he protected me. I wanted to be able to be with him, and I couldn't do that if I was dead. I looked for a way out of this black void. I floated there for while, just talking to myself, talking to Tommy in my head, talking to him through this black void. I know he would never hear any of it though. That's when I saw it, a glimmer of light through the darkness. If I could've just for joy, I would've. I tried really hard, but I was able to float myself over to this glimmer of light. 

I was almost there, just a little closer. It started to close, but I wasn't gonna let that happen. I went as fast as I could, I grabbed one side of the window, reaching my other hand through. It was warm on the other side of the window, it was cold where I was. I grabbed the outside of the window with the hand I had shoved through it, attempting to pull myself through. It seemed to close more each passing second, like the walls of the maze, swallowing up Tommy. I wasn't going to go through that pain again. I pulled myself through with as much force I could muster up. 

It felt like I was transported back into my body, an unknown force threading me back into my own being. That's when I was hit with a searing pain in my stomach, the pain forced my eyes open. I was met with the golden afternoon light. The pain brought tears to my eyes, I tried to sit up but that most definitely not an option. Once I tried, I could feel my strength deteriorate, pain overcome me, and my face drained of all colour. I landed on the bed with enough force that more pain was inflicted onto my stomach. I realised that I was outside, the breeze ruffling clothes and my hair, panic flooded through my veins, I was outside. The beast was outside. Was I being offered up to it??? No Tommy would never allow that. But where was Tommy? Where was he?

I started to cry, some because of the pain, some because I was alone, and the rest because I felt lost, I was alone, no one was here. Was it just me? I cried harder, but the more I cried, the more pain I was in because of my stomach, which made me cry more. I wanted to yell out, to scream, but I couldn't. My thoughts were plagued with Tommy being brutally murdered by the beast. I couldn't save him, I couldn't save any of them. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. By then I just laid there, staring up at the wooden roof of this makeshift-tent-covering-thingamabob. I didn't remember this being here before. I lit up, that meant people meant had to have built it. which probably meant there were still people around. 

I turned my head to one side, I noticed other beds that looked like the one I was laying in, some of them had ruffled blankets and sheets, which meant that someone had slept in them! I basically cried out in happiness, which was also a terrible idea because the pain in my abdomen doubled. I couldn't care less about it, there were others here, I wasn't all alone! I looked down on the side of my bed, only to find a little rectangle to a sleeping bag, covered and filled with blankets and pillows to make it more comfortable. I didn't question it and placed my head back atop my pillow, and watched the sun drift slowly across the sky.