Huh?

I was under the rug of our previous shelter.

Newt was already up, sitting on the lip of the hole, watching the sun rise.

“ Oh, Newt! You wouldn’t believe the dream I had!”

My voice worked this time.

“ It was were you were stabbed by a crank, and then taken,”

I was walking towards Newt now.

“ And I was so sad, ”

I had put my hand on his shoulder.

“ and your blood was blac-”

Newt whipped around.

Oh no.

His face was covered in black veins

his mouth slightly open, with black blood dripping out

His eyes were wide with fear

“Love? ”

Did he really just call me that?

His voice was weak and calm.

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“ Yes, Newt?”

“ Save me.”

I could feel my heart crack

“ I- I’m trying Newt, but I don’t know what to do!”

His face contorted in rage

He stood up

I could feel his breath on my face

“ You don't know what to do?!?”

I took a step towards Newt, trying to calm him down

“ New-”

He was screaming now

“ No! It’s already too late!”

Newt advanced

I took a step back

“ Newt, I’m trying my best, an-”

“ Your best?”

He laughed

Laughed

Black spit flew from his mouth

“ Your best?”

He pointed behind me

I looked

The stairs were filled with cranks, crawling over each other to get up

“ That's what I am now!”

I tried to speak

“ N-No, you still have time. I won’t let you turn int-”

He looked at me with no emotion in his eyes

“ You already did.”

I stared at him

I knew the hurt showed on my face

A crank grabbed me by the leg and pulled me down.

The last thing I saw was Newt’s bloody face

The last thing I heard was Newt mutter

“ Your best wasn't enough.”

I woke up with tears streaming down my face.