Thomgelica One-shots because not enough people write about them.

What I Know Now

*Trigger Warning* Mentions of suicide nothing too severe but just to be cautious.

A/N: Okay so I was inspired by The song What I know Now from the Beetlejuice musical. It's not exactly like the song but I pulled some elements from it.

Life truly was sucky for Thomas Jefferson, he had no friends, all of his family pretty much hated him, except for his dear sister, but she was an ocean away, and he couldn't even buy a plane ticket to go visit because he was penniless and on the verge of losing his apartment.

Maybe that's why he lay unconscious in a hospital bed. He had tried to take his own life and it would've been a successful attempt if his landlord hadn't burst into his apartment demanding rent after five minutes of knocking. He found Thomas splayed out on his bathroom floor an empty pill bottle next to him. Luckily(not really)he found him at just the right time because the doctors were able to stabilize him.

He was in a coma and the doctors said that he should survive, and that they were honestly confused as to why he wasn't already awake, it had already been five days. They were beginning to think him still being unconscious was due to a mental problem and not a physical one.

Little did they know that he could hear everything they said. His consciousness was stuck in a black room. On one side of the room was a very bright light that was calling his name. On the other side, there was nothing but a door and he could only see it because of the blaring light.

He had tried to put everyone out of their misery and walk into the light but every time he got too close he was instantly pulled back. So he decided that if he couldn't die he would stay in this black room. That had lasted all of thirty minutes and as of now he was balling up his jacket to see if that would make it to the other side. It had not, instead it was thrown back to him.

"Damn it," he sighed. "I'm pretty sure dying is my choice, so I would greatly appreciate it if you just let me go!" He shouted at what he hoped and assumed was the universe. Who else would be holding him hostage? He was tired of this, he just wanted to die, was that too much to ask for?

Apparently, it was because in the next hour or so he hadn't gotten any closer to the light.

He threw himself on the floor in a fit of anger. He shut his eyes tight and sighed. He heard a giggle and he instantly opened his eyes and popped back onto his feet. He looked all around yet he could not find the source of the giggle.

"Behind you." A female voice said. He whipped his head around and sure enough, a woman was standing a few inches away from him.

"So you're keeping me trapped here?" He asked angrily.

"Sorta," she said. "I'm Angelica Schuyler and I work for an organization here in limbo. We're kinda like a suicide hotline for the almost dead."

He sighed again, for what seemed like the millionth time these past five days. "What's limbo?" He said, deciding to start with the easiest question on his list.

"It's the in-between," she replied and he rolled his eyes at her vagueness.

"The in-between of what?" He asked, his irritation evident in his voice.

"The in-between of the land of the dead and the land of the living." She explained

"So I'm not dead and I'm not alive?" He inquired. It was honestly intriguing, limbo, he was alive but so close to being dead.

"No, you're alive, but if you walk into that light you'll die and if you walk into that door you'll wake up from your coma."

"Okay, well, that's all I need to know." He said and he walked over to the light but stopped right before the area he usually got thrown back at. He took a deep breath and took one step forward. He expected to just cross over into the light, but he was pushed back with more force than usual. This time he landed on his back. "What the hell?" He groaned.