Staying Low

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"Why...." Thomas said and then passed out

"....lay him on the bed and we need to watch him..." Newt said

"...around the clock...." Minho said carefully dragging Thomas to the bed

"Good that." Newt said helping Minho

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Thomas was in complete darkness, he woke up gasping for air. In his dream he saw a knife and water. He chose how he wanted to die. He chose drowning. And once he got to the bottom he was in a white room. The room was filling from smoke because of a vent. He struggled to breath and dashed to the vent trying to close it. He woke up once he unscrewed the last screw holding the vent.

"Tommy?!" Newt said in a worried tone

Thomas looked at Newt and and tried to get up but was held down by some kind of force. He looked down and saw his arms were tied together and ropes were around his waist and legs held down by the weight of the bed.

Thomas sighed and Newt spoke up

"Ya, about that....Minho needed to be somewhere and I didn't trust myself to keep you down. If you can escape Minho and all the things you've been through then I can't keep ya down for long. So we decided to tie you up. Minho should be back in a couple of minutes now. He left a few hours ago." Newt said

"How....how long was I out for...?" Thomas said in a low and scratchy voice

"About...6 hours...." Newt said

Thomas's eyes widened, 6 hours? How? He didn't even remember what happened before he passed out.

"Wha-what happened..?" Thomas asked

"You made a mad dash for the knife in the kitchen. Minho stopped you just in time for me to throw the knife in the drawer. Then you passed out." Newt explained. "That brings me up to this point. Was it you who tried to kill your self. Or was it the voice...?"

Thomas stiffened, he didn't know what to say. It was like he wasn't controlling his body but he was.

"I...don't know...." Thomas said honestly

Newt looked in his eyes and only saw honesty, he relaxed but was still concerned.

The door then opened. Minho was home. Thomas knew this was bad. Minho was less understanding and was to the point. He was understanding, but. He wouldn't be this time. Never.

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