Take Me Away, Newtmas

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Newt POV.

Tears flowed down my cold cheeks like a broken faucet, sobs wracking my chest. Rain mixed with the salty tears, making a sorrowful mixture. Why had I been so stupid? God, I'm such a bloody shuck head! Headlights illuminated the street, blinding me. I held a hand up to shield my eyes from both the rain and the sudden exposure. It was night, and the streetlights in Beacon Hills were rather dim. The car drove away, leaving me to continue my walk. My suitcase was thankfully waterproof, so my decision to put my phone in there was a good one. It began to bucket down even more, cold water continuing to drench my thin pyjamas and freeze my flesh, the only thing keeping me warm being a leather jacket. I'd lost feeling in my fingers about half an hour ago, having to drag my bag around via my wrist, the action made more awkward by the slight limp I now had. It hurt like a bitch, but I had no other real option. Unconsciousness pulled at the back of my brain, my body beginning to shut down from the cold. Just when I was about to give up, I heard a shout from behind me; someone had called my name. I didn't process the information, just smile slightly as I fell unconscious.

I'd decided to stop keeping Tommy a secret from my family. They loved me, so it'd all be ok, right? At the dinner table, the only sound that could be heard was that of cutlery scraping against ceramic. I decided to just spit it out; that I was gay. Sonya was told to leave the room, and did as instructed with a frightened look on her face. Mum looked disappointed, while Dad looked completely disgusted with me. He began to yell at me, telling me how unnatural and foul I am, how him and Mum must have fucked up somehow when they were raising me. By that point I was already crying badly, but things just got worse. He demanded that I leave the house and never come back, that instant. But I wanted some of my belongings, so I ran upstairs, him coming after me and continuing to practically scream at me. Once my door was shut, I started heaving things against it, blocking it off so no one could get in. My dad was slamming on the door with so much force that the door sounded like it was cracking. Shaking like a leaf in a storm, I grabbed things that I really needed to keep; my photos, phone, drawings and other small things, shoving them into my suitcase. I also had on Tommy's jacket, a leather one that he'd given me. It was the only thing that had any hope of making me feel safe, for I didn't have time to change out of the pj's I'd worn to the dinner table. I wrote a quick goodbye note, leaning out the window and slipping it through my sister's bedroom, her window being next to mine and opened enough that I could slide it in. Throwing my bag out of the window, I followed in suit, my ankle landing with a sickening crack, though I didn't have time to think about that right now. Limping slightly, I ran as fast as I could, the sky only just beginning to spit rain. The reality of my situation then hit, causing sobs to shudder through my body. I stopped running after a couple blocks, the rain beginning to poor down now.

Glaze covered my eyes when I opened them again, revealing a white room. Rain could still be heard from outside the hospital room. I had on different clothes to what I'd ran away in, my suitcase sitting next to the bed. I was covered in towels and blankets, yet I still felt cold. With still shaking arms and hands, I hastily tugged off the blankets and such, searching the room frantically. I couldn't find it! I ripped open my suitcase, not finding it there either. I felt fresh tears run down my face as the walls began to close in, my breaths strained and gasping. A woman came into the room, calling out to people behind herself. Someone who appeared to be a doctor rushed in, moving me back to the bed, me then spotting what I was looking for.

"Give it to me!" I scream as I reach towards the item, the doctor shaking his head and speaking, the words becoming gibberish to me. "It's MINE! Please..." I sobbed as my breathing became more laboured, the doctor finally nodding at a nurse, who moved over and retrieved what I wanted, my body instantly relaxing as the leather jacket was slipped over my arms, the smell of Tommy wafting from the material. I took in shuddering breaths as people kept on asking me questions. It was like a plane going off with the amount of noise. I pressed me cold hands to my ears, trying to block all the noise out. Then there was a hand on my shoulder, my eyes flying open, not even knowing when I closed them. Noah, the sherif, stood before me, eyebrows creased in worry as he looked into my eyes. I looked away quickly, feeling uncomfortable with people making eye contact. I did, however, slowly remove my hands from my ears.