Alone In The Dark (a Thomas Brodie-Sangster fanfic)

CHAPTER 22

I opened my eyes and looked at my body, only to find....well nothing. Not a single drop of blood. My questions were soon answered by a thud. Amalie had fallen to the floor, blood soaked through her clothes. She took her life for mine. "Tommy I'm. I'm sorry," she coughed out "I'm sorry....for for everything."
"No. No no no no no! Amalie we're going to get through this, okay?  We'll get an ambulance. You'll be okay. You're going to live." Tears flooded down my face. "Please. Please. Just. Just stay with me. For christ sake Amalie, you're going to live."
"Tommy it's okay. Because I know I'll die in the arms of my one true love. The person I'll always love. It's time to let go, Tommy. Go live an eventful life. I'll watch you from above. I...I...I lo-" She closed her eyes and took her final breath. She was gone. Amalie was dead. She never deserved this. This was all my fault. I held her in my arm, blood everywhere, and just sobbed. "I'm so so sorry." I whispered in her ear. I placed my lips to her pale forehead and gave her a kiss goodbye. One of my tears landed on her cheek.
"Poor little Thomas." Mark said, mockingly. I looked up with hatred in my eyes. "How can you just stand there. You just shot your daughter. What kind of psycho freak are you?!?!" I screamed at him. Spit flew everywhere out of my mouth. Without hesitation, I punched him in the nose. He yelled in pain as blood flooded his left nostril. I kicked him and punched him over and over until he fell to his knees. "Thomas. Thomas. Please leave me alone." His face piled with bruises and blood in every place possible. I looked over and saw his gun. Grabbing it, I pointed it write at his face. "Thomas you wouldn't even-" BANG
I shot him. His body fell lifeless. Looking around the room I came into realisation. I through the gun away from me. I killed a man. I'm a murderer. Tears once again flooded my eyes.
"Thomas, what have you done?" Isabella said shocked. I turned round, both her and her mum were in the doorway, their eyes wide. "It it it wasn't me. Well it was me but wasn't. I don't know. Someone had taken over my body. I had no control. You do believe me don't you?"
"I don't think I can. Thomas that can't happen. You're going crazy. Goodbye Thomas." They walked away leaving me in the mess. What has come of my life? I don't know if I will live with myself, knowing I've killed someone. I look at Amalie. At least she is in peace and away from all this crap. I blow her a kiss and leave.

I walk home. I didn't want my car. I open my door and sit down on the sofa. My phone rings but I ignore it. Probably Isabella. I find the TV remote and switch it on. Nothing interesting is on. My phone rings again. Clearly someone needs me. I look at my phone. It's an unknown number. I answer anyway.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello Thomas. We've been watching you over the years. Without you knowing, we've been testing you. As you may know there have been some points where you weren't in control of your body. Am I right?"
"Ugh....yeah"
"Well that was us. We need you Thomas. Go get a pad and pen. And we will wait."
I did as the lady told me to do.
"Got it."
"Good. We need you to come to '396 trials road. Florida.' There will be a big grey building. We need you here as
soon as possible. The world is counting on you Thomas. Remember, WICKED is good."