You Can't Do This Alone

Just My Luck

"What?!" Newt said

Minho looked at him with eyes of worry, Newt looked at him and started to look around, scanning the crowd

Minho moved with Newt, so if they found him they could easily drag him back

Thomas was just shuffling around until see saw them, they ran up towards him and grabbed him by each arm so he couldn't run again.

Thomas didn't fight back, because of that voice

They got you! You idiot! Don't even fight back! Your weak!

Newt and Minho were surprised Thomas didn't flail his arms or shuffle, but didn't complain.

Once they got inside, they put Thomas on the couch

"What were you even trying to do?" Newt asked, calmly but with a hiss

"...I just wanted to go for a walk...alone." Thomas said

Minho scoffed, "course I wouldn't let him go."

"And he escaped you, what were you really gonna do in that walk?" Newt asked

"Harm yourself?" Minho asked

"N-no i...seriously just wanted to..go for a simple walk alone..to clear my mind" Thomas said

"Specifically alone?" Newt said

"I-I just could-couldn't focus with you guys t-there..." Thomas said

The voices started talking again.

Your such an idiot. How could you be that dumb? Just escape them, and kill yourself. Easy. It's for them, not you.

And then he got up.

"And where do you think your going?" Newt said, moving to stand in front of Thomas

Thomas wanted to say something, but his throats was dry and words couldn't form.

Minho grabbed Thomas so he couldn't go any further.

Thomas just went full on berserk there. He snapped. He got out of Minho grasp and punched the door. Yelling the voices are right.

The voices are right.

Minho and Newt were so confused. They grabbed Thomas and had pin him down on the floor because he almost kicked Newt and Punched Minho.

But both Newt and Minho knew damn well that wasn't Thomas controlling his body. It was some demented 'voice' he keeps yelling about.

It was like when wicked was able to control them. But wicked can't control Thomas now. They had the mechanic in his brain removed that allowed wicked to do that a long time ago.

But that still wasn't Thomas. It could never be.

Finally after what seemed to be forever, Thomas stopped. He looked at them with eyes, eyes of he didn't know what happened or how it did. He softened and controlled his body finally.

"What...the bloody hell..." Newt said, huffing

Thomas tried to get up, but Newt and Minho held him down

"No, your not going anywhere. Tell us what happened." Minho said

"I-I don't know..." Thomas stuttered

"Are you sure..?" Newt asked looking Thomas's eyes

The truth was, Thomas knew the voice was controlling him, but didn't know how.

"I-I think....it was.....was m-my I....i mean...it was....the..voice." Thomas said

"The voice..?" Minho and Newt said in sync

"I..I have a voice in...my head...and....it basically....tells me I'm not worth it...how I should've died...that everyone would be better without me..." Thomas said "and if I were 100% honest to you...I...would've killed myself if I went on a walk alone...or be home alone...."

Newt and Minho glanced at each other, Thomas looked to the right in the kitchen to see a knife. He kept looking it at....like he would be able to jump out of Newt and Minho's tightened grip

Newt and Minho then turned to look at Thomas, who didn't realize and kept staring at the knife.

Newt and Minho looked in the direction of Thomas's stare, and saw the knife

"...Thomas...i..I'm gonna take a break from work until I know your fine...but I want you to...to just...please don't let the voice get to you..." Newt said

"I'll take a break too...but I think we can't let you out of our sight. We're gonna be watching you Thomas. Don't try to give up. That's not the Thomas we all know. You can't give up. And you won't give up. You kept trying. You will keep trying. Why throw it away now?" Minho said

"We all were scared. If it weren't for your obsession with breaking rules or being curios from things you know could hurt you." Newt said "we wouldn't be here. None of us."

"And Thomas, don't blame yourself about anyone's death. It wasn't your-"

"It was." Thomas said cutting Minho off

"And how is it?" Newt said

"You wouldn't understand. No one does."