All he could make out was an an image of himself, or rather, a silhouette of himself. standing above him as he looked about the chasm surrounding him. A place that became more and more familiar with each passing day, or... nightmare... Sweat beaded around his eyebrows as he struggled to get up, struggle for air. To no avail, he was caught, pinned down to the bottomless unseeable floor. Trying to scream, he could feel the scratching in his throat, a tear in his vocal chords, without noise. The hollow silence, unbroken and the figure of himself standing above him, looking down upon him, almost condescending.
"Help..." Newt attempted to speak, the realm once again muffling his voice. Yet the figure acted like it understood, it went to his side. Bent down and tried to lift the knots from the ropes binding him. Only to tighten them further, as its hands got more frantic it tried again, and again, and again, the rope beginning to restrict Newts blood flow. "Stop!" Newt yelled out, yelping in pain as the figure of himself continued. A sharp pain came from his right arm, looking over he noticed another figure that looked a lot like Thomas attempting to frantically undo the ropes as well, only causing more harm than good. As the ropes got tighter, the chasm got darker and the figures besides him turned from Thomas and himself into monstrosities. Their face's forming fangs and sharp horns, their bright white, milky eyes fading into a crimson red as blood dripped from them, down the figures face's into newly forming puddles of the blood. Both puddles forming around the wrists that were binded. "STOP!" Newt cried out once again, and the figures both stopped. Standing from their spot... laughing... "Why are you laughing?" Newt called out. No answer. "Why.. why are you laughing?!" He tried to scream this time, still no sound, and no answer. Until one of the figures took a knife from the shadows, placed it on his chest and calmly looked him in the eyes with its red, piercing, glare.
"Do it." It expelled forth, no soft touch of breath coming from its mouth. "Do it." It repeated. Lifting Newt's hand, that was once tied down and placing it over the handle. Lifting him off the ground. "Do it. It said again. Moving his hand, which held the knife. Which now that Newt could see had serrated edges in three spots through the blade, blood dripping down the curves and onto the ground. Tears began streaming down the terrified boys face, running down the sweat coated features, terrified, he looked back down to the knife. The blade beckoning him, the blood glowing and connecting to his aura, the red, clear-almost crystal-aura melding into his body as he faced the blade into himself.
"No." He cried out, whimpering, the tears falling down heavier as the chasm forsaked him. "No. I won't!" He threw the blade to the ground. Jolting backwards and falling towards the ground as the figure of Thomas in front of him growled, a laughter following as Newt lost contact with the ground, falling downwards in an endless spiral. All around him, the figure of himself stood. As he spun, the figure did too. Remaining in his constant sight as it took a blade of its own from the shadows, clutching the handle tightly with its right hand, the blade with his left. Driving it deep into its own stomach. Blood splashing out, contrasting to the black lonesomeness of the silent plane. His tears stopped. The falling stopped, the solid ground once again beneath him. His breath hitching every other second, the thumping in his chest becoming irregular. A tingling sensation took over his body, the color faded from a peach skintone to stark white, and his energy dissipated slowly. Using the last of it to look up, and down at himself, he did what he could to stop the bleeding from his stomach, time creeped by, but time itself could not save him as it ripped him apart, piece by piece. He melded into the shadows, and everything turned to black.
"Newt?" Newt groaned... turning over to face his back towards the window, the sunlight shining brightly throat his eyelids. "Newt... wake up, please?" The voice rang again, Newt opened his eyes. Quickly noticing the dampness of his bed, he shot up. Looking over to the intruder to see who it was that was speaking. "You okay? You started screaming and well... come on I'll help you remove the bed sheets." A worried Thomas, grabbed Newts sweaty hand, not minded the dampness at all as he removed the sweat drenched sheets from the bed. Throwing them into the back of the bedroom.
"I'm gonna go take a shower..." Newt whispered, his head down since he stood. He stripped down to his underwear, not caring that Thomas was in the room, partially waiting for a snarky comment from the brunette. Receiving none, he walked out headed towards the shower to wash away the filth that he accumulated as his nightmare came to life, once again. He shaked his head. Opening the bathroom door and turning on the hot water.
Thomas sighed, grabbing the bedroom sheets and walking them downstairs.
"Is he okay Thomas?" Amanda asked, fear etched on her face.
"He didn't say much." Thomas replied. Handing the sheets over to Newt's mom as she outstretched her arms. Her face sunk in as her lips began to tremble. Without any reaction time Thomas ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her as she dropped the sheets and began sobbing.
"This has never happened to him before... what's happening to him?" She whispered between her sobs. Thomas just continued to hug her, not knowing what to say. Letting go as she bent back over to pick up the sheets. "Thanks Thomas..." She sniffled, taking the sheets downstairs to where Thomas assumed the washer and dryer was. Walking back up the stairs and into Newts room to wait for him to get done with his shower. Sitting in the desk chair for a matter of two to three minutes before a still damp, and toweled, Newt walked into his room.
"Sorry." he muttered to Thomas. "Could you look away for a moment please?" He then asked. Thomas did as he asked, listening as the towel dropped from Newt's waist and as he shuffled through his drawers. "You can look back." He said. Waiting for Thomas to look back. He had just his boxer-briefs on and a shirt at the moment, but obviously didn't care about Thomas seeing that much of him. "Wait..." Newt turned, his black skinny jeans only half on, "What are you doing here? I'm not complaining... but... I don't know... that just kinda clicked." He chuckled a bit, the life returning back to his face.
"Your mom called me actually." Thomas smugly replied. "Said you were having some sort of panic attack in your sleep." As Newt heard this he looked back down to the ground, button the last button of his pants and sitting down on his now bare bed. Then, with a pout on his face he looked over to Thomas, partially looking up and reached out his arm to Thomas. Chuckling, the brunette followed the arm, moving to sit next to the emotionally disturbed teen, wrapping his arm loosely around Newt's shoulders. His pout turning slightly upwards Newt slightly burrowed into Thomas's arm.
"I'm sorry... you didn't have to come over just because of my nightmares." Newt shrugged. Thomas tightened his arm around the blond.
"Don't be sorry, I'll always be here for you. Always." He smiled.
"Thanks..." Newt whispered. Burrowing himself deeper into Thomas's grip, relishing the embrace. Ten minutes passed until Amanda, Newt's mother crashed the silence. Turning the corner into Newts room, she ignored the two cuddling.
"You're sheets are in the dryer honey." She smiled. "I made a special breakfast for my lovely boys." She clapped. Sitting briefly next to Thomas and Newt, ruffling both their heads, sending their hair into a mess.
"Mooommm!" Newt complained. As she got up.
"Come on, we got some egg benedict downstairs" She pointed towards the roof aimlessly, turning back towards the door. "And... hurry, before it gets cold... I am NOT warming it up..." She stomped at the 'not.' Returning to her chippy attitude she walked back downstairs and into the kitchen. Thomas just gave Newt a knowing look, a smile playing at his mouth as it twitched upwards. He used his arm and placed it at Newt's waist, lifting him from the bed.
"I take it you feel a lot better now..." Newt observed, noticing that Thomas limp was getting better.
"Pain meds, they do wonders." Thomas smirked, following Newt downstairs into the kitchen. Finding that their plates had already been filled with the egg benedicts, smothered in hollandaise sauce.
"So honey..." Amanda sat down, her own plate in hand, Craig, Newt's father had been already leaving for work. "Are you okay? You gave me a bit of a fright earlier..." Newt simply nodded.
"Just... bad dreams I guess." He replied to her shrugging, digging his fork into the egg, ham, and english muffin and taking a bite. Knowing he was partially lying, his mother left it alone for the time being. Taking a bite of her home cooked meal.
"Thomas how are you liking it?" She inquired after chewing and swallowing her bit. Thomas threw his thumbs up.
"It's wonderful! Thank you!" He spat out, some of the food in his mouth almost falling out, as he clumsily pushed it back in, covering his mouth, an embarrassing shade of red covering his cheeks. Amanda laughed as Newt gave him an irritated glare. After finishing his food, Newt took his plate and placed it in the sink, rinsing it off thoroughly to make sure there wasn't even a crumb or speck left on the plate and placing it in the dishwasher.
"Mom? Why did dad have to go to work today?" Newt asked, finally noticing that his dad was out for the day on a Saturday.
"He had some sort of meeting honey, he'll be home by around three-ish." She confirmed, taking a glance at her watch. Thomas followed suit afterwards, placing his dish in the dishwasher after fully rinsing it off.
"Wanna watch a movie Tommy?" Newt inquired, cocking his head as he waited for an answer from the brunette in front of him. Thomas nodded, confirming a yes. Without caring that his mom saw, Newt threw Thomas's hand into his and pulled him towards the basement where they had their little home theater. Thomas just laughed as Newt half-rushed their way down the steps and onto the couch, throwing Thomas aggressively onto it and climbing on after Thomas adjusted himself to lay in front of Thomas. Taking the remote from the side of the couch, and turning on the TV switching it to Netflix to find some movie to watch. Burrowing in closer to Thomas as he wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist. "What do you wanna watch?"
"Comedy?"
"Eh... not in the mood..." Newt threw back.
"Action?"
"Eh."
"Drama?"
"Yeah sure, let's do a drama." Newt melodramatically concluded. Scrolling down to the drama section of the films choosing the best rated one and placing down the remote. Placing his now-free hand over Thomas's.
The drama film ended up being a sort of mix between drama and comedy, which was fine because it suited both Thomas's and Newt's wants for that type of film to watch. Newt, mostly focused on the arms holding him. Laughing every now and then as the drama turned comedic then back to dramatical. For some reason though, even with Thomas holding him, and watching the movie, that dreadful feeling kept returning... except worse this time. A sense of confusion, a dread he couldn't quite place his fingers on... like an empty plague, void of reason, just... there... a cancer of the mind.
In the film, the main protagonist fought for the love of a woman who claimed to everyone she had evil in her heart and brought bad luck to everyone she dated. Yet the main character found a way to get her attention, to allow her to trust herself with love again and to believe that no one would be hurt while she was around anymore. As she went to visit the main characters parents to announce that they had officially started dating, her and the main protagonist found her lesbian partner's mother dead, simply by a heart attack, nothing more. Regardless, Newt freaked out, he jumped from Thomas's arms and fell to the floor. Tears forming in his eyes as they threatened to fall. His lips trembled as Thomas shot up from his spot, moving to the ground he sat beside Newt who shook uncontrollably. Thomas sat behind Newt, placing his legs on both sides and grabbing him, pulling back into himself. Letting the vulnerable blond cry in his arms. Remaining silent, combing his fingers through the blond silky hair before him.
"I'm.." he sobbed "Sorry..." he finished. Covering his face with his hands. "I don't know what's wrong... I don't feel right." He let the tears dry up. Letting Thomas hold him, as if on queue, Thomas reached behind himself and grabbed the remote pausing the movie.
"It's okay. I told you, I'll be here for you. We'll make sure you get through this okay?" Newt glanced behind him, nodding once he had been able to at least partially look at Thomas.
"Thomas..." Newt paused, biting his bottom lip as his tears slowly stopped, using his right hand he wiped away the surrounding tears from his cheeks.
"Yes?" Thomas replied, waiting almost impatiently for what Newt was about to say.
Newt remained silent, only leaning further back into Thomas touch. "I think..." he stopped, biting his lip harder, releasing only when he could taste a bitter-iron taste as a small bit of blood trickled from his lips into his mouth. "I think you're right." He finally admitted. Moving Thomas's arms and moving to face him in criss-cross-position on the ground. Grabbing both of the brunette's hands, placing them in his own.
"About?" Thomas looked back at the blonde, bewildered.
"I uhh..." He looked away from Thomas, choosing to look back at the ground. "I don't think I like girls..." He finally got out. Releasing Thomas's hands, to only have them taken back by the stubborn brunnette. Thomas looked at him, surprise etched into his face. His mouth agape. Newt removed his hands once again, falling backwards on his back with an utmost force. Jerking himself back to the TV stand and covering his face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He frantically shot out, getting on his feet without any further ado and ran up the stairs. Another set of thumping alerting Thomas he had made it to his room.
"Shit..." Thomas muttered, getting up from the couch, he followed Newts footsteps upstairs into the main area.
Three clips alerted Thomas to Newt's mom who stood in the kitchen door, her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. "What. Happened." She scolded.
"Um... I don't know if I should say..." Thomas scratched his head.
"Well then you better get up there and fix this mister." She stomped, pointing towards the upstairs. "If you don't... your ass is mine." She yelled as Thomas ran up the stairs, both out of concern for Newt and out of fear from his mother. 'She's a tough woman...' He thought, making a face as he thought it. Coming up to Newts door and finding it closed Thomas knocked three times to try and alert his presence.
"Who is it?" A shaky, muffled, voice replied from inside.
"Thomas, Newt. Lemme in will ya greenie?" Placing his hand on the side of the door, Thomas waited.
"No." Newt starkly replied.
"Newt... come on..." Thomas retorted. After a small few moments the door clicked.
"Fine." He heard Newt from inside, as the door opened. He hadn't been crying, no, he looked on the fritz, looking down to avoid any eye contact he moved to the bed, crossing his hands between his legs. Not exactly knowing how to handle the situation Thomas decided just to do what they normally did, sit down next to each other. Walking over to the bed he plopped down next to the paranoid blond, laying down behind him and wrapping his hand around Newt's waist.
"Neither do I Newt." Thomas calmly said, feeling Newt's shoulders relax as the boy turned slightly around to face the brunette.
"Oh..." Newt scratched his head. "I kinda thought you were always just playing all that time... so, you know, kinda panicked there." He continued scratching his head.
"Do you wanna go back and watch the rest of that movie?" Thomas asked, hoping that things were clear now.
"No... just not the right time for me... I still don't feel right I guess." He shuddered, laying back down, this time facing Thomas.
"So... why tell me that?" Thomas gandered, mostly out of impulse. Half-regretting asking. Newt took no mind to that personal question however. Shook his head, and wrapped his arms around Thomas.
"Err..." He hummed a little tune. Thoughts trickling through his mind. "I don't know..."
"You sure? Do you like me?" Thomas continued, after all being bold was kinda his thing. As a return Newt just shrugged. Placing his nose on Thomas's as he scooted closer.
"Well... can I do something I've always wanted too?"
"Hmm? What's that?" Next asked, genuinely interested. Fluttering his eyes open wide as a pair of soft lips embraced his own, the butterflies throwing some sort of rave below as he joined in. Stealing the breath he so longed for from Thomas. Internally smiling, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of sincerity. The dread, at least for the moment, disapatting.