𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 ✭ TMR Love Triangle

48 - Words

"Jane?" Newt held his hands in the air, taking steps back from me while I moved closer to him, slowly.

Just then I noticed the gun in my hands. I gasped and tried to drop it, but my hands wouldn't move. Nothing I did worked. Someone else was controlling me.

"Jane, stop!" Newt ordered when my grip on the gun tightened. I mentally cried out, screaming no over and over again in my mind, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself.

My fingers pulled the trigger.

Newt dropped onto the ground, hands pressed against his chest. "No!" I screamed in my mind. "Newt!"

It didn't work. Nothing worked. My uncontrollable self put the gun in my waistband and stared at Newt.

"Jane." He breathed out, asking for help. I cried even louder in my mind. Newt would die, because of me!

"Jane," Newt mumbled again. "Jane!" His voice got louder.

I wanted to press my hands on my ears, muting him from yelling my name.

"Jane!" It wasn't Newt's voice anymore. It was a blurred one, coming from a far distance.

"Jane!"

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"Jane!"

My eyes opened wide, panting heavily. Completely panicking about what happened, I sat up, tossing my arms around.

"Hey, hey.. you're alright." A soothing voice said. "It's okay, Shebean. It was just a dream."

My breathing got steadier by hearing the familiar tone and nickname. Minho. Some sobs escaped from my mouth once I realized my cheeks were wet from tears, which still dropped down from my eyes.

"Shh, you're alright." Two arms got wrapped around me. "I got you."

Minho kept on saying these sweet things until I fully calmed down.
"Where's Chuck?" I asked, my voice coming out shakier than I expected it to be.

"Chuck woke up on you screaming, so went to get me," Minho whispered. "He's in my hut."

"You let him sleep in your hut?" I smiled through my tears.

Minho chuckled. "Just this night." He paused. "Now come on. Gotta wake up early tomorrow, Shebean."

Minho sighed and lay me down again. Once my head touched the soft pillow, the dream came back to me, so I shot straight up again. "Where's Newt?"

"Newt is just asleep in his own hut. Nothing happened to anyone, all right? Just a dream." Minho gently pushed me back down again. "Try to sleep for now."

I nodded and watched Minho walk away, but then I interrupted with all the confidence I had left. "Minho.. can you stay?"

His face lit up, to my surprise. "You want me to?"

"That would be nice." I agreed. Minho gave me a crooked smile as he lay down next to me, facing each other.

"Min?" I whispered. The nickname just came out of my mouth automatically.

"Now that's a better nickname," Minho said. "What is it, Shebean?"

I breathed in and out before replying. "I'm scared," I admitted.

Minho's eyes softened in pity. "Why's that?"

"What if I hurt anyone again?" I averted my eyes from Minho in shame. "Like you, Newt, or Chuck?"