One Shots ~ Newtmas

Broken

I've been broken for years. All my life I've been in constant surrender, because I can't fight the battles that I face. I learnt to build walls around me, so high that no one could climb over and look in.

One day, they all came crashing down around me as I stared into a pair of beautiful chocolate eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you, I'm Thomas, what's your name? I'm kinda new here, I don't know where I'm going. Say, do you know where Room Seven is?" The boy - now named Thomas - seemed very excited and talked way too much for my liking. He also asked a lot of questions.

I couldn't answer, I'd been mute for ten years, since I was eight, of my life, losing the will to talk when my parents died in a plane accident, the very same that gave me my limp.

I was known as a miracle child, the only survivor, but I hated that title. I realised I hadn't acknowledged Thomas, I could've pointed him in the right direction, but no, my thoughts had to consume me.

Just then Gally and Minho came up, the only two people to actually care and stick by me.

"What's this shank doin'?" Minho looked at Thomas threateningly and Gally stood directly behind me while talking to me quietly.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm new and I just wanted some directions to Room Seven. Is that against the rules to ask?" He didn't ask it like he was being threatening he asked it as if he was worried he might actually be breaking the rules.

Minho rolled his eyes and answered. "No it's not against the rules ya shank. It's down the hall and the third door on your left."

"Thanks. Why didn't he answer?" Thomas asked while pointing at me.

"Maybe he didn't want to, ya shank, not all the world revolves around you, ya know?" I was thankful for Minho defending me but I wish he was just kind and explained to them why I couldn't speak.

Most people just thought I was really shy, but I'm far from it. I'd do almost anything someone told me to, unless of course it resulted in murder/death/getting arrested.

Only Minho and Gally knew my past, I'd explained it to them on a piece of paper, one that was burned when they both read it.

"Sorry. I didn't want to sound rude, I just wanted to make friends. Sorry, again," I looked up to Thomas and have him a small smile, then I scribbled something down in my notepad and ripped the page out. I folded the page and held it out towards him.

Thomas looked confused, he slowly reached out his hand and took the note, almost worried he might rip it if it wasn't handled delicately.

Then he opened the note and read what I had written, while he was reading I left and Gally followed me, Minho whispered that he had to go talk to Teresa and Brenda, his two other friends that seemed to hate me, so he went in the opposite direction.

That boy was on my mind for the rest of the day, Thomas I decided to shorten to Tommy, I didn't know why, but it just sounded right in my head.

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All week, Thomas had been trying to talk to me, he'd made friends with Minho after some time, but then again, Minho gave everyone a chance. Gally was harder to impress and Thomas was still yet to get on his good side.

Thomas hadn't talked to me about my mutism, I'd told him on the note I gave him, which said:

"Sorry, I'm mute, these shanks are my friends. Come talk to us at some point, see ya slinthead."

Me and Minho had made up those words back when I still talked. We'd known each other since we were born, we grew up together. It helped when your parents were best friends, got pregnant at the same time then had you in hospital beds next to each other, three minutes apart. A fact Minho brags about all the time.

Him being three minutes older made him believe I was basically three, I mean it didn't help that I had a baby face, I just couldn't really grow up with my looks.

At the end of the week, Thomas came up to me and asked a bunch of questions like always, but this time they hit a little too close to home.

There were the normal questions. "How was your day? What lessons did you have? I hate History, but Geography's ten times worse, don't you agree? I wish I could just skip school. Would you skip school if you could?" It carried on with those sort of questions, which I mostly ignored and wrote down a couple yes' and i know's on my notepad, until out of nowhere came a question I didn't want to answer.

"Where'd you get your limp?" I full on stopped walking, we'd been walking home together with Minho as we lived on the same street, five houses apart. I lived with Minho because I had nowhere to go and his parents had basically adopted me. Minho had already gone home early because he was sick during school.

I wrote four words on my notepad and gave it to him when he walked over, after realising I'd stopped.

It simply said. "None of your business."

He looked up at me and I saw the sorriness in his eyes. I don't know what it was, but I forgave him almost immediately.

"I'm sorry, it slipped out, I don't know why I said that. Oh my god, I didn't mean to. You probably hate me now. You hate me, right? I'm so sorry."

Tommy still didn't know my name. I found it amusing, not telling him, then again I only told people I trusted. I wrote something in my notepad while I carried on walking, Tommy followed.

I handed him the note, that was a little long for my liking, and he read it as quickly as he could.

"I'm not ready to tell you yet. But I want you to know something, it's a closely guarded secret that only five people know. Now that may seem surprising, how is it a secret when so many people know? Well that secret, is my name. Everyone knows me as The Mute Blondie or just Blondie or just Mute or Mute Blondie, either way, no one knows my name. Minho and Gally know and so does my sister, but she lives in London, not America. The other two people are Minho's parents. My parents died years ago, I'll tell you that story another time. Anyway my name is Newt. As soon as you read all of this, burn this, I don't need anyone else knowing."

I saw Tommy look up with slight shock on his face. I didn't really need him asking questions, but it was kind of inevitable.

A whole hour of me ignoring Thomas' constant nagging later, we reached Minho's home and I turned to Thomas.

I handed him a little note I'd written while Thomas was nagging me.

"Bye Tommy, have a nice weekend. Maybe we can meet tomorrow on Saturday, I don't know. Your questions will be answered but not now."

With that I turned and entered the house that I knew as home.

A/N: Dunno if I'm gonna make a part 2, it took me forever to write this because I kept getting stuck for what to write and how to write it so it's quite bad, I wanted to scrap it all together but I stuck to it. If their is a part 2 I might make it like really vague.

Oh and school is dumb but I've only got eight days left so fun fun.