Newt imagines 2

13 Reasons Why

So guys I've watched the new season, love it, and also got inspired back to writing this story series. Hope you don't mind.
So enjoy!

Newt, Thomas and Minho stood on the far corner of the deadheads staring at the grass; no one even dared to cut it, no one ever came here, not after what happened, Newt's bottom lip quivered.
"How come no one has noticed it?" Thomas asked, oblivious to what was happening inside his friends' heads.
"You ever been here shuckface?!" Minho snapped, his fists balled as he stared at the white envelope.
Thomas shook his head feeling started and offended.
"Exactly, no one ever comes here. Not any more." Minho whispered the last part.
"But y/n did?" Thomas asked completely confused. Minho lashed at him, grabbing him by his top and pinning him against the nearest tree, the bark scratching Thomas's back through his top. "She never came here, ok? Get that in your shucked head! She didn't want to come here!"
Newt rested a hand on Minho's arm, knowing how Minho felt about this topic. "Minho, put him down, he wasn't here." Minho's arm relaxed, letting Thomas finally breath, the boy rubbing his chest where Minho's hand had hit.
Minho stared at Newt. "I can't be here." He said, and walked off.
Thomas looked at Newt, picking up the letter and handing it to him. "What's going on?"
Newt sighed and sat against the tree Tommy has just been forced against. "Minho blames himself for what happened here, it wasn't his fault of course, he.... It was a whole shucked up night." Newt handed the letter to Thomas, his palms too sweaty to even hold it let alone open it. "Go on."
Thomas peeled it open ripping the envelope in several places. He unfolded the letter and read.

It was always bound to happen, Alby always reminded me to be cautious, he was so against me sleeping outside the homestead with the other boys. But of course I insisted, I wanted to be with my friends, I was a year in to my life here and it was great. I forgot the risks and it killed me. This has to be one of the biggest factors to my death, this and the next letter.

-flashback-
I shuffled round in my sleeping bag unable to sleep, stuff on my mind, happiness and regret. I turned to face Newt besides me, his cute face partially covered in his bag, I bloomed full of happiness I had made the right decision. He was my decision and he was perfect.
I heard a couple of loud laughs over by the homestead, Minho, was drunk hanging with a couple of other runners. There was some movement in the woods far to the right, the corner of the deadheads. I sighed leaning on my back,
One of the other boys, to my left, Joe was snoring as usual.
I shut my eyes begging for sleep, just when my whole body went cold.

A hand clamped over my mouth. A bag over my head. I screamed out, but it was muffled. I squirmed and struggled, but it was useless. I tried to smack Newt, hoping I could wake him up but I don't think he's next to me anymore. The hands kept pulling me along the grass, my pyjamas getting grass stains.
My eyes began to water. Where was I? Who was this? What was going to happen to me?

I got dropped hitting the floor hard. Then more hands where on me, but not the two from earlier now it was like five or six.  I cried out as something wet pressed against my neck. I push my hands up against the body. They were cast aside, pinned down on the grass, nails cutting into my skin. "Stop, please, stop." I cried. I felt hands pulling my socks off. I cried out more, choking on the bag and tears. I tasted blood on my tongue. Then my legs went cold. Not my ankles, but my thighs. I tried to kick out, but hands pinned my legs down. I felt like a caged animal. I couldn't move a single limb. I couldn't escape. I could only suffer and wait for the pain.
Would they rape me and then kill me? God I hope they do it and kill me.
The hands held my thighs down, and the mouth moved off my neck, I could feel the hot breath running down my body through my top. The hands on my arms were replaced with knees, stamping my arms into the grass. They would never leave ever again.
"You get her first, then you and you're last." The dominating voice said from down by my legs.
"Dude..." The voice by my head said trailing off.
I should be able to recognise them but I can't, my body feels so rigid, not a limb able to move, not a breath able to leave my throat.
The hands and knees suddenly left me, and I finally remembered how to breath. I seized the chance forcing myself up, my legs wet from the dew on the grass. But I kept shaking, my breath short and snappy. My eyes frantically trying to make sense from under the bag.
Something grabbed on to the top of my head, yanking hairs out their roots, my head buzzing in pain. Large, slanted eyes were the first thing I saw. My breath hitched in my throat. The eyes were under some sort of substance control, they looked wide and dizzy.
I screamed and kicked back Minho, who kept trying to grab me. Again. I fell down into spewed brambles scratching my legs. He was my friend, why would he do this?
I shivered and rubbed my arms desperate to calm down, forget it all. I wanted death to take me away, i felt the presence of the hands and knees still.
I heard voices and looked up at a forming crowd who all covered their mouths in shock. A boy groaned and moaned in a battered pile of the floor. Minho giving him a harsh boot in the side. Jacob.
I had just escaped being raped.
-end of flashback-