Broken and Gone ( A Newtmas Fanfic)

Extras/ bonus stuff

Thank you so much for reading!!!!!!!!

So I was bored so I made a playlist for Newtmas, and also the first chapter of my new story Not a love story which I'm going to start soon!!! Thanks to all the amazing people who read and supported this as my first story!! I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!!!

Love you all!!!!!!

Playlist ( first few are mostly Taylor Swift because she's cool)

Everything has changed- Taylor Swift

Red- Taylor Swift

London Boy- Taylor Swift

You belong with me- Taylor Swift

Forever and Always- Taylor Swift

Back to December- Taylor Swift

Fight song- Rachel Platten

Better Place- Rachel Platten

Stand by you- Rachel Platten

Hold on- Chord Overstreet

See you again- Wiz Khalifa 

Flashlight- Jessie J

Titanium- Madilyn Bailey

Centuries- Fall out boys

Take on the world- You Me at Six

Little do you know- Alex & Sierra

Someone to you- BANNERS

Line without a hook- Rickey Montgomery 

Team- Lorde

Before you go- Lewis Capaldi

Still into you- Paramore

Arcade- Duncan Laurence 

Home- Machine Gun Kelly

Dandelions- Ruth B

Train Wreck- James Arthur

Pierre- Rye Weaver

Take me to church- Hoizer

Heather- Conan Gray

Umbrella- Rihanna

Surrender- Natalie Taylor

Till forever falls apart- Ashe and FINNEAS

Mary's Song- Taylor Swift

Wouldn't change a thing- Joe Jonas & Demi Lovato

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Chapter 1

When the blood on his sheets dripped below the bed, he knew that he wouldn't be able to hide the dagger because as the blood dripped below the long wooden panels and the body of the creature lay tarnished in his birth. A tear slipped from his cheek to the cold stone floor the supposed pureness of it mixed with the death of a living creature's lifeline. The loud pounding on the door muffled by not only the thick steel door but by the quiet pleas made by the creature before their death ringing in his ears still. The door was shut tight, locked with padlocks not to keep him in but to keep them out. Taking a deep breath, he allowed his long dagger find the drapes to his left taring the fabric from the cool tiled walls and throwing it over the body, covering the unblinking eyes that would surely haunt him in days to come. The boy sheathed his dagger wiping the blood on his hand on the back of his pants and made his way to the door not leading to the mob but to the castle pushing his hand across his face to remove the remaining tears because royalty would not be seen crying for the dead and walked back into the once loving home of his to face another agonizing day.