So the next chapter is the finale,it'll be a skip in time. But don't worry all will be explained. It may take a while to write as I want it to be long and really amazing to end this story!

+Btw this chapter was written on my laptop because my Ipad is being bitchy at the moment so excuse some vocab errors.

"Sunshine, sunshine

make believe that fairytales

that don't believe in me."

(Newt POV)

I stroke her hair away from her face. Holding in my tears as she cries gently. Gripping onto my hand.

"Newt,I'm so scared," she whimpers.
"It's okay. You'll go to a safe place. It'll be happy there,I promise,"
"Yeah.." She pants and looks up into her eyes,cracking a smile "Newt.. You make a good batman,"

She had remembered what I said to Theo. I look up then down to see her eyes are closed as her life's been taken away. I lie her down gently and kiss her cheek.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as I look at her dead body.

"Newt!" Tommy runs to me "Come on,we gotta go!"

"I'm saying goodbye," I choke out and nod to Erica. I lie my head where her heart was "It's all my fault.."

Death doesn't just happen to the victim it happens to everyone around them. Everyone at the funeral trying to figure out how to live their lives without you in it. What happens if it ends up like that for my friends? Why hadn't they left me yet seeing as these entire bloody circumstances were all because of me.

Tommy and Teresa pull me up as I scream heavily "Stop!" I cry and point to Erica "You can't just leave her there!"

"Newt we"ve got to go," Teresa orders "You need to come quickly and be quiet otherwise Theo will hear and come after us all,"

They managed to drag me out and to the police station. I sit there as they talk to the cop,me just wrapped up in a bundle of blankets. What had I gone and done this time? When I was seven I wrote a short story about this boy called Alby who had super powers;super powers so remarkable that everything he didn't want could be fixed in a simple second. He was who I desperately wanted to be. In-fact I became so obsessed with it,for an entire three months I wouldn't respond to anything else but Alby. Now I'm plain old me,I can't escape this. The problem is it wasn't real,I wrote myself deeper and deeper. I can't just turn this on,I'm not like him.

"Hey," Thomas sits beside me and squeezes my hand "I'm so sorry,"

"Sorry for leaving Erica?"

"We didn't have a choice Newt.. Wait,your neck," he gently traces his fingers across as I shiver "Newt what the hell happened?"

"He tried to strangle me to death," I wipe my eyes "I deserve it,"

"No Newt. You're someone innocent,bad things can happen to good people. Then you'd be surprised what lengths people go to not to face what's real and painful inside of them. It's like when I first knew that I liked boys. You can hide it for a while but then it creeps and grows inside of you to a point where it feels you're about to explode,because you can rebuild what goes wrong. Newt, listen,life is not perfect,okay? Trust me,even for someone as perfect as you life is still sadly not a wish granting factory,neither a manifesto of everything always being okay. We have to learn to fight for things,that's what makes us who we are,we're storms with skin. Being strong is all that truly matters. Trust me,love and hope. We can make it. I swear,"

He kisses my hands gently and cracks an innocent smile "Newt,I love you so much,"

"I know. I love you too,"

~

I lie awake as Tommy sleeps beside me,I crawl out of bed and downstairs. Sliding on my shoes and jacket as I walk out the door,the cold air hitting me as I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I shiver lightly as I walk to the only place I could think of;that was Jorge.

Jorge had been a friend of my father's since they were in high school together,he was my friend too,but also Winston's father. We were close.Except for the fact that we hadn't talked in about three years,but I needed someone to talk to now before it was too late and I had fucked it up forever.

But Jorge seemed happy to see me and invited me in. I sat down as I admired the thousands of paintings across the walls.

"So Newt,what can I do for you?" He asks.

"I needed someone to talk to. I feel scared,for my friends,"

"I did hear what happened to Brenda,"

"Yeah but- Not just her,others. I'm afraid to loose anyone. Everyone I meet gets hurt,it's all my fault,"

"Don't blame yourself Newton. Do what you can now,"

"But there's nothing I can do!"

"Now I know that's not true," he shakes "You know how hard I would've fought to keep Winston,my own son in this world? I would've given my own goddamn life before his but it was too late to have that chance. Not for you though. Make them prouder than they are. They didn't die in pain,I believe my son died with pride and love in his heart and I refuse to believe any different,"

"That doesn't make any sense. I'm not like you,not at all-"

"You know as much as everyone else. You define yourself,not anyone else,"

"I..." I didn't know what to say to him "Should I go?"

"As long as you know what's right and wrong,"

"I think I do,"

"Good. You know where the door is,"

I smile and mutter out a "Thank you." as I walk out but stop as I see a girl standing on the steps. She looked stunning and from that view I knew that I had certainly never seen her before. Her hair was a mix of jet black on one side and green on the other,it looked good. Her lip was pierced,so were her ears and chin. A tattoo which was a few inches under the bottom of her neck on her skin read- "Everything goes away."

"You okay?" She asks as she walks to me,holding out her hand "I'm Alex,"

"Newt," I shake it "I didn't know you lived here,"

"I don't,I was just helping Winston's mother clean out his room,"

"Wait.. you're Brenda's cousin,we met once at a party,"

"That's right. It's tragic that she went so far away in the world. Barely saying a single goodbye,"

"I know," I sigh as she sits down on the steps and I sit beside her.

"She told me about you,Newt. Smart,book reader,likes all the wrong music,"

I chuckle and look down "Well Brenda knew her music,"

"Of course she does," Alex cracks a smile then looks down "I was hoping you'd come here. I wanted to tell you that everything has a meaning to fight for,it's what Brenda told me,it's what she wants you to know. People are too strong to die in pain,everyone. Every warrior falls,every warrior has battle scars and maybe they won't fade but in some ways it's a good thing. They've been waiting for the end of time,for someone like you,to do something about it. Everyone's given you different advice,they don't know but you do. Like Jorge said,do what you can and you'll figure it out," I nod slowly as she smiles "So what do you say now?"

"I'll do something," I reply sternly "I swear."

She squeezes onto my hand "Do you want to say that to Winston?"

I nod as we walk out to the car,she drives there to the graveyard and find his grave. Alex lays some flowers around as she wipes her eyes. I imagine this,it hurt loosing a friend. What happens if the next name on the stone is Tommy's or Minho's?

Alex sits down beside the grave "I knew him from Brenda,then he became quite close to me. It's weird,what kind of battles or emotions people are truly feeling and you just have no clue. Now,here we are and he never respond back,I can't hear his voice without crying. You have any idea how much that hurts?"

"It breaks me to imagine," I whisper.

"No cause justifies the killing of innocent people,"

I see the tears in her green eyes. Her life is shattered,broken pieces. Her heart is left void. Except for anguish;the Echoes of her lost innocence

At the end of the day, I fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. If that makes me an outlaw, so be it. I've been called worse. But I wish I could kill the part of myself that hates me so much but I think that's impossible because it feels like that's all I've become.

If I wanted to kill my inner demons,I had to kill every single part of me because that's what I've become.

I'm full hatred towards myself and it's killing me slowly.