Wait For Love {Newtmas}

Chapter 29

So the next chapter is the finale,it'll be a skip in time. But don't worry all will be explained. It may take a while to write as I want it to be long and really amazing to end this story!

+Btw this chapter was written on my laptop because my Ipad is being bitchy at the moment so excuse some vocab errors.

         

"Sunshine, sunshine

make believe that fairytales

that don't believe in me."

(Newt POV)

I stroke her hair away from her face. Holding in my tears as she cries gently. Gripping onto my hand.

"Newt,I'm so scared," she whimpers.
"It's okay. You'll go to a safe place. It'll be happy there,I promise,"
"Yeah.." She pants and looks up into her eyes,cracking a smile "Newt.. You make a good batman,"

She had remembered what I said to Theo. I look up then down to see her eyes are closed as her life's been taken away. I lie her down gently and kiss her cheek.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as I look at her dead body.

"Newt!" Tommy runs to me "Come on,we gotta go!"

"I'm saying goodbye," I choke out and nod to Erica. I lie my head where her heart was "It's all my fault.."

Death doesn't just happen to the victim it happens to everyone around them. Everyone at the funeral trying to figure out how to live their lives without you in it. What happens if it ends up like that for my friends? Why hadn't they left me yet seeing as these entire bloody circumstances were all because of me.

Tommy and Teresa pull me up as I scream heavily "Stop!" I cry and point to Erica "You can't just leave her there!"

"Newt we"ve got to go," Teresa orders "You need to come quickly and be quiet otherwise Theo will hear and come after us all,"

They managed to drag me out and to the police station. I sit there as they talk to the cop,me just wrapped up in a bundle of blankets. What had I gone and done this time? When I was seven I wrote a short story about this boy called Alby who had super powers;super powers so remarkable that everything he didn't want could be fixed in a simple second. He was who I desperately wanted to be. In-fact I became so obsessed with it,for an entire three months I wouldn't respond to anything else but Alby. Now I'm plain old me,I can't escape this. The problem is it wasn't real,I wrote myself deeper and deeper. I can't just turn this on,I'm not like him.

"Hey," Thomas sits beside me and squeezes my hand "I'm so sorry,"

"Sorry for leaving Erica?"

"We didn't have a choice Newt.. Wait,your neck," he gently traces his fingers across as I shiver "Newt what the hell happened?"

"He tried to strangle me to death," I wipe my eyes "I deserve it,"

"No Newt. You're someone innocent,bad things can happen to good people. Then you'd be surprised what lengths people go to not to face what's real and painful inside of them. It's like when I first knew that I liked boys. You can hide it for a while but then it creeps and grows inside of you to a point where it feels you're about to explode,because you can rebuild what goes wrong. Newt, listen,life is not perfect,okay? Trust me,even for someone as perfect as you life is still sadly not a wish granting factory,neither a manifesto of everything always being okay. We have to learn to fight for things,that's what makes us who we are,we're storms with skin. Being strong is all that truly matters. Trust me,love and hope. We can make it. I swear,"