Hope for Us (NEWT) [COMPLETED]

Ch 60 - Harsh Truth

~Sara~

She was so busted.

Praying that maybe she could get out of this one thanks to her disguise, Sara turned around to face the owner of that voice and tried to act natural.

"No," Sara chuckled nervously, "no, you don't even know me." She started rambling on and on, and it didn't stop there. "And why are you up? You got shot—"

He nodded before she finished. "Yah, and I'm perfectly fine. They fixed me up for whatever reason," he replied with a sly smile, so Sara didn't know how to act with him. Whether he somehow could read her mind or not, he added, "And you're wrong. I do know you, so you better not do anything with that bloody knife."

She shook her head stubbornly. "I met you like—what—three days ago?"

Newt bowed his head, but Sara caught a glimpse of a small smile beginning to form. "That's funny. I'm supposed to be the one with the memory loss. As far as I know, we go years back, but I only fully remember you from like ten or eleven months ago," he said, in mock wonder.

"Newt..." she began, embarrassed, admitting her farce. She quickly dropped the knife, letting it clatter to the floor. Then she unwrapped the suffocating clothing from her face, letting her braids cascade down her shoulders. She guiltily looked back up at him.

"Welcome back, love," he said, raising his eyebrows, and giving her a half-smile.

At least it looked like he wasn't mad; Sara didn't think she would've had the mental capacity to deal with an angry Newt in these circumstances. 

However, reflecting on the reality of the situation, she couldn't understand herself. She was literally contemplating death, holding a knife against her skin, and Newt was listening to her saying all those things.

Is that what it felt like to have the Flare?

Sara felt like part of her sanity broke off at that moment, the beginning traces of madness disembodied right before her eyes. Like some foreign influence took the controls in her brain and altered her decent perception of life. That was significantly saying something, because it was clear as day that no one thought dearly of life at the moment.

"So... you heard everything." She bit her lip, bowing her head like a child who'd just been caught stealing.

"I did..." he said softly, his tone notoriously sad. "Please tell me you actually weren't gonna do anything to yourself."

Sara huffed, getting irritated once again, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're one to talk."

She didn't expect him to swat her hand away. "Yes, I am one to talk," he snapped, raising his hand on which the band concealed his wrist. "Been there, done that. Trust me, this doesn't do any good thing for you. And you know what's worse?" he asked, beginning to tear up, "you were the reason I began to heal. Please don't fall into the same trap I fell into. Please."

Sara began crying, hiding her face in her hands. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry you had to find out it was me the whole time."

He nodded, averting his gaze to the ground. "But... I already knew it was you even before the Crank party."

Alarmed, Sara snapped her eyes back at him. "And you didn't say anything?"

He only shrugged.

Sara suddenly realized Rachel was awkwardly standing behind her, listening to the whole thing.

When she looked back at her, Rachel pursed her lips and took a step forward. "I... I told him not to say anything for your safety. I found out he knew when he contacted me during the party. But Janson might already know we're here anyway," she admitted.