My life is about seeking control. Everything has to be ordered.
For me, the purpose of life is perfection: order, knowing what's coming, and no mistakes. For the last few months, I thought everything would stay the same until I started watching one of my neighbors. He went to the same school as me, but his life seemed too monotonous. However, that was what drew my attention to (T/N) the most. Despite the life he led, the look in his eyes told me he longed for an adventure, and I would give it to him.
He was fascinating, but he irritated me. He was lost in his thoughts, without a clear direction, exactly as I saw him. It was a disorder that I had to fix. (T/N)... for me, he was like an experiment.
I was there, at the subway station, hidden so he wouldn't see me. I didn't care about the train; I cared about (T/N), who was right on the edge of the tracks, completely distracted. I saw the exact moment a hand—pushed him.
The train alarm, the screams of the people, the thump. The subway had taken him.
In that instant, I only felt rage. Not because of (T/N), but because someone had interfered with my plans. Chaos acted before I could even have fun with him. My experiment had been ruined.
The faces of the people were disgusting. I left there, thinking about everything I had lost that day.
But the next day, life, or the subway, gave me a surprise.
I woke up with the strangest feeling: The day was repeating, but for some reason, no one seemed to notice. My parents acted as usual, even though I mentioned that the day was quite strange; they just ignored me.
— Dad: Chloe, stop joking, you should focus on your studies instead.
— Mom: Chloe, please don't bother us and hurry up to go to school.
My things were where I left them; nothing was missing. And most crucially: (T/N) left his house at the usual time, with the same bored expression as always.
He was alive!
My mind sped up. This wasn't normal. The subway, that thing that feeds on others, had spat him out. Or, what was better and incredible, it had brought him back to life.
My experiment started again.
I saw (T/N); this time, I wasn't going to wait. If he had come back from the dead, I had the right to claim him.
I approached, making no sound. I put my hand on his back, noticing how tense he became instantly.
— Chloe: Oh, I'm sorry. I just think we're going to the same school, and I wanted to come and say hello.
I saw the fear in his eyes when he saw me. He knew seeing me like this wasn't normal. He saw me as someone dangerous (and his instinct was very good).
— (T/N): Excuse me, is something wrong?
— (T/N): You're right, but you don't usually talk to me. So what changed today?
— Chloe: I've just seen you coming out of the house next door, and I never had the courage to talk to you, but today I felt like I had to. Is that wrong?
My voice was calm, as if nothing was wrong. Putting on the mask of the "nice girl." His panic amused me.
— (N/T): Yes, you're right, everything is fine. But doesn't it seem like today is a very strange day? I mean, normally we don't walk together, much less talk. It's like today is the reverse day.
Exactly. He remembered the subway accident.
— Chloe: I don't know what you're talking about; I think it's a wonderful day. Besides, if I hadn't talked to you, someone else surely would have.
It was a warning. If I didn't claim him, someone else would. I saw the fear on his face when he asked if I was "special." Yes, I was.
— (N/T): I highly doubt it; I don't have many friends. I think you're the first person from school I've talked to.
— Chloe: Really? So, that makes me special, don't you think?
— (N/T): Yes, I think so. Look, we're already here. In that case, I'll see you later.
— Chloe: Wait, before you go, we should exchange numbers.
— (T/N): Numbers?
— Chloe: Yes. Now that we're friends, we should keep in touch, don't you think?
When he tried to rush away to school, my hand reacted. I grabbed his arm, just enough to annoy him but without hurting him.
— Chloe: Wait, would you like to walk home together after class? I just don't like the idea of walking back alone.
I watched him think about it, debating whether to refuse and try to escape from me. But, luckily, he finally accepted.
— (N/T): Yes, great! I'll see you at the entrance after class, okay?
— Chloe: Excellent! I'll see you later then; don't be late.
As he ran off to the classroom, I felt my body ignite with excitement. I no longer needed to be sad about his death; fortunately, the subway had brought him back to my hands.
(T/N) was now the most valuable thing I had. And I wouldn't allow anyone, not even himself, to put him in danger again.
Autor:
I'm sorry for not updating the novel, but I had too many exams, although I don't actually know if I will continue with the novel