The Boy In The Box (Newtmas au)

Chapter 41

Newt's POV

They couldn't save him.

We were brought to the hospital and the doctors tried everything in their power to bring him back, but they failed. I failed.

They stitched me up, but it's obvious that I'll never actually heal.

The day after the police intervened with our acquaintance with those criminals, they invaded WICKED and found out everything the organisation had been up to. They arrested Janson and learned a lot so far. Many more of that kind of experiments were held there, but Alby's, or ours, was by far one of the worst.

They kidnapped Alby two years ago, and did something to his brains. They made him do a bunch of tests. Psychological tests, physical tests, intelligence tests... They used him as a laboratory animal for a bunch of machines and medicines. They made him fight people, kill people, do criminal stuff like stealing.

The main objective for all these sick tests, was to find out how people react. People around him, the subjects of the corrupt deeds that were done. They even spied on us - me, Minho, Alby's family - when they just kidnapped him, to see what our reactions would be.

The conclusion is that I have been working for an organisation that has been doing a lot of illegal things.

Louis too. Poor Louis lost so much. And he feels really bad about it all, even though he did nothing wrong. He's really been my friend these past days. Minho also came over from Korea when he heard the news, because he believed that I would need him right now.

But the thing is, I just want to be alone. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy that he's here for me, but I just want to be left alone and let myself cry.

I know that all this isn't my fault, but I still blame myself. I just can't help it. I blame myself for what happened to him, and I won't ever get over it.

Louis, Minho and Alby all went to Tommy's burial yesterday.

It was a small gathering, with only some of his friends and classmates, Teresa and Brenda and a few other people. The police searched for Tommy's parents, and eventually, his mother showed up.

She's a beautiful woman. She has the same brown hair and beautiful eyes. They looked very much alike. And even though I had never met her before, she pulled me in her arms and we cried on each other's shoulder.

"I'm glad my son had a wonderful person like you, Newt," she told me, which made me cry even more.

His father never came.

Teresa and Brenda were devastated. Thomas was like their brother, and I know that, even though they would never blame me for this, they would always stay a little bit broken over his death.

But like I mentioned earlier, I am never healing.

My world shattered when I heard the gunshots. I haven't slept in a week. Nightmares keep me awake. Every second of every day and every night, I see Thomas falling down in front of my eyes. It is literally burned in my memory and I can't seem to get the moment out. 

I don't want to forget the moment.

I don't want to forget the moment he lay in my arms, saying the words that I'll keep in mind forever. Saying that he loved me. That he loves me. Telling me to go on with my life.

I don't want to forget the moment in which he died to save me, the same thing I would have done for him.

I never wanted it to end this way, but it did, and I will miss him forever.

However, I know that he is right. I have to move on. I won't be able to move on for now, but I can't let his death be a waste. I have to live my life. I owe it to him.

So I am going to do the last thing he desired from me.

I am going to live.

I am going home, to London. And then I am going to explore the world. And I know that he will always be with me on my way. He will always love me, just like I will always love him.

I will go forward each day for the rest of my life, with Thomas by my side, no matter where I am. And even though he won't be there, he will always be mine.

He will always be my Tommy.

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◄  THE END ►

It's over. This was officially the end of the story, dramatic and all

I just want to thank every single person that has taken time out of their day to read this, comment, vote... it all means a lot to me. I had never thought that people would actually read it, but I think that I did have quite a bit of reads (some might think it the read count of this book isn't that high, but I think that are quite a lot of people) so THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME IN THIS.

Than I'd like to say that for the moment, I don't have any ideas for other stories, but it probably won't be long before my head produces another idea that can bloom into something beautiful (which might actually end up here) and I really hope that when that happens, you will like that too. Because I will be back, and it's gonna be good, I'm telling ya. You know what they say: Go hard or go home. That's the basic rule (don't read my other book tho, that sucks balls)

That's it. I'm going to leave you with this. I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it. And never forget: I love you... I mean it.

Thank you for everything

:) x