《The girl in the photo | Yoonmin | BTS》KABANATA XI
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➰The death trail➰
Not too long after Yoongi spoke, Jimin could already hear soft snores coming out of the older's lips which he found adorable. His hyung's music was really calming though, all he can hear is the soft tune of the piano, maybe he was on his 'For Sleeping' soundtrack again.
Soon later, Jimin felt himself as light as a feather and was slowly drifting off to dreamland except he knew he'll end up on a not-so-very great destination. He slapped himself to stay awake and grunted at the rather hard impact, "No Jimin! It's too dangerous to sleep– Oh shit."
He was inside the train still, but every passenger inside the train was gone. The lights we're flickering on and off and there was fog inside and out. Jimin whimpered and covered his ears like a child, "N-no no no, not again." He knew he was on another realm. He was back on the realm of the dead.
He closed his eyes and brought his legs up on the chair, still hands over his ears, trying to force himself to wake up. "Come on Jimin! Fucking wake up already!" He kept muttering to himself.
Then he heard a loud sinister laugh of a kid reverberating through the walls of the trains that caused him to stop. He knows it was her, she was there with him. Endless tears welled up in his eyes, he just want everything to stop. He just want to escape! But unfortunately, things doesn't go that easy.
He opened his eyes and his gaze landed on the glass window of the moving train. It was so dark that you couldn't see anything outside but what terrified him was when he saw Janice grinning at him evilly at the reflection. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Go away! Get the fuck away from me!" He twisted his head to look behind him but she wasn't there.
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He stood up and clung to the seats, eyeing the flickering lights. But then it suddenly blacked out that freaked Jimin almost to death. He thanked the heavens when it was back on, although when it did, not to far from his seat, he saw Janice's figure standing a few feet away from him. Her head tilted to the right, her long black hair covering her face and one of her eyes was peeking, looking at him intently and small portion of her grinning lips was visible.
The lights turned off again and in a split second, it was back. Then he notice, she was a lot closer than earlier. Jimin knew what was going on, every time the lights go off and on, Janice get's closer by the second. As much as he wanted to look away because the little girl's face was already creeping him out, he couldn't. And as much as he wanted to run away, he couldn't because there's no where else to run to.
The same thing happened, over and over and Janice was just three steps away from him. Jimin had a lot of questions in his mind. Was he going to die now? What will happen if Janice reaches him? Is he gonna stay and watch or was he gonna run?
When the lights were off again, Jimin expectantly lifted his arms to cover himself (if that was anywhere near helpful) and waited everything to happen. But when it turned back on, Janice was no where to be seen. He looked around the room cautiously and sighed thinking it was over.
Then the lights black out once again. It was longer this time compared to the other blackouts. Jimin's heart was beating way faster than the movement of the train, his small anxiety attacks kicking in. He pleaded that the lights were back on again cause he really hates the dark, especially when he was alone, but half of him didn't want the lights to be back on. He knows something was about to happen when it does.
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"Maglaro tayo." The annoying creepy voice whispered on his ear making him jump and scream. When the lights were back, he saw Janice jumping onto him with her hands on his neck, giggling as if it's the most exciting thing to do. Jimin fell back on the impact, hitting his head on the glass window and was now leaning back on the cushion seat.
He tried loosening her grip on his neck but he couldn't. Janice was just laughing and tightening her grip more, "Maglalaro tayo habang buhay kasama ng mga kaibigan mo, hindi niyo ako mapipigilan!"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?! YOU BITCH!"
"Hindi niyo ako mapipigilan!"
"FUCK YOU!"
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"Sir is he okay? Do you need medical assistance?"
"No! Get away! Jimin! Jimin can you hear us?!" Jin looked worriedly at the younger, he was crying and whimpering in his sleep, it wasn't a great sight to watch.
"But sir, your friend looks like he's choking!"
Jin knew that. He wasn't blind. But even if they did call 911, they wouldn't be able to help them and thus, extending the horror more. This has to end now. "Just please, let us handle this."
Yoongi was screaming on the side, Namjoon blocking him to prevent him from interfering. He was the first one who noticed Jimin acting different. He was woken up by it, he tried waking him up but the male won't budge. At first he was just whimpering but then he started crying too, but what made him more anxious was when Jimin started screaming and shouting incoherent phrases. This literally woke everyone on the train.
His friends trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with Jimin, while he was feeling guilty and angry that he couldn't do anything to prevent it. No, he's not just gonna watch and do nothing at the sidelines! He needs to help him! He needs him! Seeing Jimin like this was breaking him inside. He wished it was him hogging all the pain and not him. He didn't deserved it, Jimin was an angel.
Everyone inside the train was getting pretty worked up too. They were scared at the fact that somebody was screaming inside and was worried that they might be caught up with the situation.
"Jimin! Don't give up! We know you're still in there!" Hoseok shouted, harshly shaking the choking boy.
"Please you have to fight!"
"We're here for you hyung!"
Yoongi had enough of watching this. He growled at the taller man, "Namjoon! Get the fuck away from me! I need to go to him!"
"Hyung, you're anger won't help Jimin! You know you're only gonna make things worse!" The younger replied, still holding Yoongi's arms.
"But he needs me! He needs us!"
"I know hyung! But we just have to have faith in Jimin! We know you're worried but so is the rest of us!"
Yoongi looked at Jimin who was having a hard time breathing and his back lying on top of the seat. Jimin was holding his neck as if he was preventing someone from choking him. Irises on top of his eyes, veins popping out of his neck and his legs kicking everywhere. "Jimin, come back! I know you can, we believe in you!"
"Ahh!"
A/n:
Been a while! A bit of a horror scene there but I doubt it was anywhere scary. Seriously guys, it isn't... But watch your back just in case. Thanks for the support for this book I love you guys! Stay anomalous!
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