The silence broke when Chloe returned with a bowl full of cookies. She seemed more relaxed, the idea of the "movie" appeared to be her own mental break. (Y/N) forced a smile, their mind still fixed on the phrase: Finally at peace.
— Chloe: Coming? — She said, waiting for (Y/N) to get up.
The walk down the hallway was tense. (Y/N) knew that Chloe could sense the difference. They sat down on a leather sofa in the living room. On the screen, a classic suspense film began with ominous music.
(Y/N) couldn't concentrate on the movie, and Chloe's voice, which had always sounded so firm, grew softer as she spoke, more... confessional.
— Chloe: It's funny, most people hate this movie —she murmured, looking at the screen, but talking about something else—. But I don't dislike the idea of ending imperfection.
(Y/N) knew she had touched upon the subject of Alex again.
— (Y/N): How so, for example? — They asked, giving her the opportunity to speak.
Chloe paused, biting into a popcorn.
— Chloe: Alex, I met him two years ago at a speech contest. He was in a corner, alone, looking at the rules on a crumpled paper. I approached him and told him that if he didn't care about winning, he just said he would humiliate me in the final.
— (Y/N): Really?
— Chloe: He was brilliant. We became friends shortly after. We studied together, like you and me. He was the only person who could almost beat me at something. But he was simply chaos, too many problems in his head. He wanted to choose his own path. A pity.
(Y/N) leaned slightly toward her.
— (Y/N): My nightmare was so real, Chloe. The subway thing... What I saw. What exactly happened?
Chloe set the bowl aside. She looked at the movie, where the protagonist was in a desperate situation.
— Chloe: Alex couldn't bear the weight. The day before graduation, he felt cornered. He threw himself onto the tracks. It was an accident, of course, for the police. They found him... near Central Station. Suicide.
(Y/N) felt a chill. She was telling the official truth, but the look in her eyes said: I know more, (Y/N).
— (Y/N): That's... terrible.
— Chloe: There are things that are better left unknown, (Y/N). Curiosity is dangerous.
(Y/N) decided to press on, using the "vivid nightmare" as an excuse.
— (Y/N): My dream led me to the tracks. I saw the train. I felt that place brought me back to life. What really happens there?
Chloe smiled, a tense smile.
— Chloe: The subway is a strange place; for years it has been the subject of legends. Some say there are hidden things in its depths, others that people constantly disappear and when they are found they are never the same, others that it is a place that never sleeps. But what most people see is just the way that takes them home. There are things that move under the tracks.
She straightened up, lowering her voice.
— Chloe: But what is certain is that when the station lights go out, strange things happen. When people get lost or when something definitive happens on the tracks, like with Alex, the place eats a part of them.
— (Y/N): Eats?
— Chloe: The tracks aren't just metal. Everything in that place is strange, (Y/N). I was there the night Alex committed suicide; that day he kept whispering things related to the subway and how he had seen people running around the tracks aimlessly. What happens in that place is not something that should be explained with science. It is something that happens in the darkness, at the bottom of the pit.
Autor:
I really have no idea what I'm writing, lol, at first I had a different plan for the novel.