(T/N) had finished his online investigation, and although his exhaustion was total, fear kept him from sleeping. He got into bed, but the names of Alex P.A. and the subway kept swirling in his head.
He closed his eyes. Immediately, he found himself in his own room, but it was completely dark. He tried to turn on the light, but the switch didn't work. The silence was total and oppressive.
Then, he felt something. (T/N) couldn't see it, but he felt like someone was watching him. Slowly, he turned his head toward his bedroom door. There stood Chloe.
She wasn't moving. She was standing right in the doorway, her head tilted slightly. Her silhouette was barely visible in the gloom. The only things shining were her eyes, an intense red, staring fixedly at him.
She said nothing. She didn't move. She just watched him, with a terrifying expression. It was the same look Chloe gave him when she was annoyed.
(T/N) felt a shiver run down his spine. He wanted to shout at her, to ask how she got in, but he couldn't make a sound. His throat was dry.
Instead of speaking, Chloe simply smiled. He felt an emptiness in his chest, as if she were stealing his breath. The image slowly faded, leaving only the persistent glow of Chloe's red eyes.
(T/N) woke up with a start. He was gasping and sweating. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.
He looked at the door. It was closed.
He forced himself to take a deep breath. "It was just a nightmare. She's not here. This is my house, I'm safe." He repeated the phrase, but the feeling of being watched wouldn't disappear.
He got out of bed slowly. Every step on the wooden floor was a terrifying creak. He needed to verify it. He needed the certainty that he was alone at home.
He turned on the light in his room. He checked it: under the bed, inside the closet. Nothing.
He went out into the hallway. The paranoia was too much. He approached the kitchen. The light was off.
— (T/N): Hello? —he whispered, feeling stupid.
He opened the refrigerator. The familiar hum of the motor and the cold light calmed him down a bit. He looked behind the curtain, next to the fridge. Empty.
He continued toward the living room. The window was closed. The lock, engaged.
Finally, he reached the front door. His hand trembled as he touched the bolt. It was locked. He was safe. She hadn't entered.
But how did he know she wasn't looking through a window, or that she hadn't hidden a camera?
(T/N) returned to his room, turned on his computer, but nothing had been touched.
He sat on the edge of the bed. The plan was still on, but now it was much more urgent. The nightmare had shown him the extent of Chloe's control. Not just over his life, but even over his mind.
He had to be submissive at school. He had to be Chloe's "perfect boy," or she would realize that her puppet was cutting the strings.
He looked at the clock. It was almost time for school.
Autor:
I really don't know what I'm writing; I apologize for not updating, but I had too much work and too many exams.