ribbons

xv

By the time Newt had woke up, the Homestead was empty. All he could hear were the chirping of crickets outside. It was odd as Newt usually woke up to the sound of Winston and Minho arguing over the last piece of bacon in the kitchen.

There was no noise. He couldn't hear anyone.

"Hello?" he calls but no one answers. The blonde boy got out his bed, put his thin jumper on and opened his door.

He began to search through everyone's rooms, seeing if anyone had woken up yet... but no one. Every room Newt entered, their beds were done up and there was no trace to see if they were even in there.

Giving up, Newt came out the Homestead and he couldn't believe what was in front of him. Everything set on fire, unconscious bodies laying on the floor... everything was destroyed. He roamed through all the bodies, all of his friends... tore limp to limp, laying there like a dead corpse. His sister, the only family he had, he knew... laid there dead.

He could see someone slowly walking towards him, a fuzzy looking boy. He smiles, knowing that someone had survived through this hell but as the boy became clear, he saw the boy he never wanted to see again.

"Thomas..." Newt chokes as the brown-haired boy approached him, metres apart.

Newt was confused who this boy was. He wasn't the Thomas he fell in love all those years ago. No, he was different. He didn't have those soft hazel eyes that the blonde was used to, they were replaced with bloodshot eyes with no brown at all. His smile was gone and his chapped lips were trembling.

"Newt... I'm, I'm sorry." he sobs, walking back as Newt takes a step forward.

"No... it's okay Tommy. We just need to get out of here and—"

"NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING, YOU STUPID SHANK!"

No matter how much Newt denied, that properly stung. Newt looked down, ashamed at himself for being such a failure to Thomas. However, he noticed something... something he didn't see before. His hands were covered with blood, a gun in his grasp.

"You... you caused this. You... killed my friends, my sister... How—"

"Oh shut up Newton, you know they deserved it." Thomas scoffs, a sinister smirk on his bruised face as he admires the destruction around.

"What happened to you? You're not the person I fell in love with... You're worse than WICKED! You horrid, horrid boy!" Newt screams, he couldn't believe that he would do such a thing.

"I did this for you, Newt."

"I didn't want this! You're a murderer, Thomas."

As Newt said this, Thomas' eyes changed and his jaw clenched. He shakily raised his hand and pointed the gun at Newt. Tears began to brim his eyes and Newt could see that he was about to crack.

"You're right, I am a murderer. Now let me finish my job." and with that, Newt hears a gunshot and—

•••••

"Newt? Wake up, we need you." he feels a hand nudging him and he turns to have Minho's face an inch from his.

They both scream and Minho ends up falling off the bed, Newt laughing at his stupidity. Minho puts his middle finger up as he stands up.

"Come on, we need you now." and with that, Minho ran out of the room, worry over his face.

Newt was confused as to what the Asian boy was worried about but he got up anyway, knowing he'll be dragged out the room by someone else in the next minute.

Newt came out of the Homestead to see everyone standing at the Doors... which are closed. Why would they be closed at this time of the day?, he thought.

"Newt, get over here!" Minho waves his hands and points to the Door.

When Newt had limped all the way there, he saw that Chuck had a folded piece of paper in his hand. All the boys' eyes look at Newt, sorrow filling them.

But, then he realised something.

"Where's Thomas?" Newt whispers, no one responds.

"Where's Thomas, Minho?" he yells slightly and Chuck sets forward, placing the note in the blonde's hand.

"Just... just read it. Please Newt."

Newt nods as he unfolds it slowly, dreading what was inside.

Dear Newt, my little blondie...

I know you're mad at me right now and I get it. What I did wasn't the greatest and I'm sorry. I know you won't be able to forgive me but I'm sorry Newton. I really am.

I guess I did it because... well I love you. I will always love you, you know that. You were always the favourite, Isaac. Everyone loved you and you loved them back.

That day where we were alone and you gave me that ribbon, I knew that there was some sort of bond between us and we were... destined to be together.

There was one problem. Teresa, your sister. She didn't... approve of me, she basically hated my guts because I loved you.

I didn't want her or anyone to stop you from loving me. Thinking about it now, it was selfish and I took advantage of you.

I'm sorry. I love you and I'll miss you.

Your Tommy.

And what was found with the note was the same yellow ribbon, torn apart.

"Where did he go?" Newt wimps, a few tears falling down his face.

"We were all hiding when we saw WICKED officers come from the Box. They grabbed Thomas and in a minute, he was gone." one of the boys explains but Newt was full of fury.

"You let him go? Why? How sick—"

"He wanted to!" Teresa screams and he turns to face her.

"What do you mean 'he wanted to'?"

"He came and spoke to me last night. He knew about WICKED taking him away, there's nothing he could do about it. I'm sorry, Newt."

That was it for Newt's story. How he thought he had found 'the one' but he knew that love doesn't exist.

Newt was alone. The one thing he was afraid of had finally got him around the neck.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

•••••

so this is the ending to ribbons! the next few chapters would be of letters from newt to thomas which would never be sent.

there will be a few epilogues or i think for the next chapter, i'll have it in thomas' view.

Faiza :)