𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

058 - Putting the pieces together

CHAPTER 58
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I don't think I want to continue living like this.

Those girls have seen my body. Most of them. My roommates but also other girls.

After some minutes of comfort, Newt insisted I go back. If the guards didn't find me, or worse, find me there I would be in big trouble.

But I believe something is wrong in this place.

And I know Thomas thinks so too.

When I got back in the room I pretended to be asleep. I didn't want anyone to talk to me. None of them to comfort me.

But eventually, they would approach me. I can't hide forever.

I just waited for it to be lunchtime.

And after a point, I actually fell asleep.

But then someone shook me lightly.

"Hey, it's lunchtime. I thought you should know. It's better if the guards don't wake you up". A blonde girl shook my shoulder lightly. She also shot me a sympathetic smile.

For the first time, I felt like this girl actually liked me.

I got up and thanked her. She seemed the only one who I actually liked. I think she was one year older than I-which made her about sixteen.

We walked down the corridors. I needed to talk to the others about my doubts. Maybe they have some too.

As soon as I entered I basically ran towards their table. Not caring who is next to me, or who is watching. I need to get more information.

And Thomas was the key.

"Hey". I sat down flashing them a smile.

"Hey, are you better?" Newt said lowering his voice and leaning close to my ear.

"Yeah, thanks". But 'thanks' was not the term he deserved. He deserved way more. Because what he said helped me a little.

"This food shucks". Minho grumbled while frowning. "Personally I prefer Fry's food. It looked better".

"It also tasted better". Nolan added.

"Awh guys you flatter me". Fry said placing a hand on his chest dramatically. "But yeah they could use some extra salt".

"Or maybe cook it better from the start". Nolan shrugged.

"Don't you guys have any weird feelings about this place?" I asked and everyone turned to me, with confusion washing their faces.

"Are you talking about Rat Man or the fact that they keep us locked in a room most of the day?" Minho answered shrugging.

"Well, both. Don't you find it weird?" I bit the inside of my cheek. At that moment I fixed my gaze on Thomas who seemed skeptical.

"What are you thinking?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

His head shot up quickly. "What?"

"You're thinking something".

"No, I am not". He frowned shaking his head.

"You're in denial".

"No, I'm not".

"You know something".

"No".

"Yes".

"No-".