And I need to take a pill to make this town feel okay

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Newt
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1 MONTH LATER

"Dear Newton,

We are sending this letter in deep regret. It has been 6 months since we last made contact with you, we had not planned to send any more letters until you were cured.
However circumstances have changed- we were contacted on news of your escape. We were aboard travelling at the time, you and those insane boys wrecked our home.
Also we were informed after the incident, that you have not been taking your prescribed mediation. For your entire programme.

We are extremely displeased by your behaviour, Newton. Due to these tragic events, we have concluded that if your attitude towards curing your disease does not improve- we will end your programme at The Glade and move you to another centre, one with much stricter rules and disciplines.

Finally, we plan to visit you in person soon. This will be when we discuss your transfer if you have not improved. If you have improved, we still have critical matters to discuss.

Sincerely,
Mother and Father"

My eyes scan over the last few words- before I uncontrollably slam the letter onto the table. A ripple of anger spreads a shudder thought the table.

Even when I was living with them, my parents never tolerated me.
They didn't care.
They just wanted an A grade son to carry on their name.

My eyes are only torn off the letter when I hear a thud.
I look up, dread instantly draining my mind. Gally slams down his breakfast tray onto my table, Clint and Jeff huddle behind him, like some kind of guards.

"Newt." He spits.

My expressions remains blank, I quickly snatch the letter from view and place it on my lap instead, not making eye contact.

"Don't ignore me, you slinthead." Gally hisses, leaning in closer.

Since I've been released from isolation, my routine has gone back to normal. However I now have a counsellor near me at all times, in case any of the other boys try and hurt me because of what happened with Minho.
I hope my counsellor is near right now.

"You killed Minho, didn't you?" Gally accuses, eating his cereal.

"You and that kid."

"Thomas. That's it."

"Where's he now, Newt?"

"In jail? He has killed  people."

"Guess you'll never see him again."

"Your boyfriend, Thomas."

I can't take it anymore.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I scream, causing the whole hall to fall silent.

I jump down from my seat on the stool, and walk with urgency to my room, before anyone can follow me.
Soon after slamming the door behind me, my counsellor for the day knocks on the door in concern.

"Newt? What's going on? Let me in." He asks, relatively calm.

"Please. Leave me alone." I stutter, taking deep breaths.
"I just need a few minutes to calm down." I lie perfectly, my voice contrasting with everything else about me right now.

Tears sting my eyes, my throat feels like it's being gripped, closing up.

I need it, I need it.

My hands shake uncontrollably as I slide open the bottom drawer of the chest in my room.

Flimsily opening the small black brief case hidden in the back corner, I sniff at the pungent smell of some cologne bottle my parents bought me years ago.
I remove the tray with the bottle on, underneath revealing exactly what I needed.

There lay a rather large pile of drugs.

I snatch up the first one my eyes pry, after uncasing a needle, I inject the fluid into my forearm, wasting no time to get my fix.

Feeling the fluid trickle through my veins is like a cool breeze in immense heat. I instantly relax, my whole body feeling heavy.

"Newt, it's been a few minutes." The counsellor calls, "I'm going to have go open the door in a moment." His voice more concerned this time.

The drugs have made me completely space out, yet I still manage to hide the drugs back in the case just as he barges through the door.

I cross my arms, noticing the purple and blue veins obnoxiously sticking out from where I injected.

"Newt, are you okay? You look so pale, and exhausted. I'll go and get Doctor Paige." The man looks at me tentatively, caring much more about my health than I.

"I'm fine," I swipe away his hand from my shoulder, my eyes darting all over the place. Looking everywhere but his eyes.

"I'm already here, Newt." Doctor Paige smiles, striding in through the door.

Oh how bloody brilliant.

"Oh my dear, you do look exhausted. How about you get some rest? I'll bring him to see you later." She frowns, turning away to leave.

"No, please." I grab her wrist, pulling her attention back.

"He? I can see him?" A small smile spreads across my face, my eyes wide.

"Yes, as nobody has come forward and prosecuted Thomas, he has been charged, but he is allowed to stay here." She nods proudly, "I know you two would much prefer to be together." Doctor Paige winks before leaving to get Thomas.

My mind crashes.
Did she just?

I heave myself from the cold floor, dazed as I look in the mirror by the drawers.

My eyes are bloodshot, with purple rings underneath. The skin on my face is pale and thin, I look terrible.

The drugs do this to me.
They make me look like this. I don't want to look like this; but I'd rather look like a shuck face than have no fixes.

I've been getting high at least twice a day since I left isolation.
Well, I used to get high before I even escaped, but that would only be every couple days.
It's my substitute, for him.
I didn't need drugs when I was with Tommy. I didn't feel the need to be something more, to unlock another part of me.
He did that for me.

But since I haven't seen him in a month, ever since he was having that episode in the cell. So whenever I can I sneak back to the room with all the prescription meds in, and take as much as I can without being caught.

My head pounds, I sit down on my bed as the whole room seems to spin around me. I stop moping around when I hear the creak of the door opening.

"Newt?"

I twitch my head instantly, looking up to see Tommy, right there, in my room.

Before I can think, I jump up and hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck, taking in his touch.
He pulls me in, his hands around my waist, making me feel safe.
I'd forgotten how much I loved him.

"I love you Newt."

"I-" I stutter, yet the three most important words still fail to escape my lips.

Thomas pushes me away from him gently, his eyes lifting from the floor to looking at me.

"You've been using." He states, his voice cold.

"Nice to see you too, Tommy." I roll my eyes, falling back onto my bed, looking up a at the ceiling.

"Why, Newt? I thought you were better than this." He places his head in his hands.

"Tommy, please. You don't understand I-"

"That's the problem, Newt. I never seem to understand. You always seem to understand me, yet I can never understand you." He rants, clearly irritated. However in a way a parent yells at their child after doing something dangerous. He just wants to protect me.

"You've got to stop. You're going to die." He snaps, before crouching down, and beginning to open every drawer and cupboard in the room.

I bolt upright, "What are you doing?!" I say in alarm.

"I'm taking them off you." He mutters, rifling through cupboards.

"No! Tommy, please." I raise my voice, causing him to turn around and look at me.
"I-" I begin, before being cut off by Thomas.

"No, Newt. You listen to me, please." He says firmly, blinking back tears.

"I love you, so much. You're the only person I have who actually gives a shuck about me, Newt. It hurts me so much to see you like this. I love you, now please. Promise me you'll stop this." He begs, tears now clearly running down his cheeks.

"Promise." I reply, kissing him lightly on the lips, catching taste of the tears.
As I promise however, I silently kick a packet of pills under the dresser, from the brief case.

I'm saving them for later.

-an-
Wow I'm actually happy w this chapter, sorry it kinda dragged on for a bit but oh wHale. Happy new year lovelies!
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