I Won't Let You Die Angel

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regarded me coldly
and turned towards Carl. “Ok, last time. But we can’t leave her here.” He
wagged a finger at me.
    “I didn’t know that you
can’t live without her even for a second nowadays”, chuckled Carl.
    “This is no joke, dude.
Last time I left her alone, she managed to escape easily despite my best
attempts. And she was half unconscious that time. I’m not taking that risk again.”
    “Great, so it’s decided,
we’re going to the opera. What are we wearing?” I asked excitedly.
    “There’s a vintage boutique
on the ground floor. We’ll find outfits that match the theme.” replied Carl enthusiastically.
    Neil’s expression was drastically
livid. “You two, seriously! I’m surrounded by goofy people.”
    “Ignore him”, said Carl
is picking up his coat. “Let’s go.”
    After so long, I enjoyed
shopping. Neil joined us eventually, and Carl made sure he tried on every fourth
outfit, which annoyed Neil beyond anything and entertained me beyond this universe.
    After a little chitchatting
with Carl, we discovered that we had lots in common. I mean, come on, I never thought
I’d enjoy wandering around with someone like him, a criminal. Whatever theories
and facts I spewed out, he always had something to say about it unlike Neil. He
was just like Kevin, I mean not romantically, but in just a couple of hours, it
looked like I’d made a friend.

Chapter 10
     
    “No, I don’t think matter
can be created from nothing.” I said, taking a sip of my cappuccino. We were discussing
the Big Bang theory and everything related to the origin of life.
    “So it means you are not
a believer?”
    “That’s not exactly true.”
    “Have you read ‘Angels
and Demons’? It debates these theories in a real dramatic way.”
    “Yeah, and I like the ‘antimatter’
theory. If you give it a thought, it really makes sense. Every particle has its
counterpart. It’s the prime rule of nature.”
    “And it’s my damn
rule that you two will now shut up with your theories or I’ll commit suicide due
to madness,” shouted Neil slamming his latte on the table. And so we gave ourselves
a little pause.
    Later that evening, I put
on the strapless crimson dress that the salesgirl so adamantly chose for me. My
turquoise pendant did not go with it at all, but I hadn’t the heart to take it off
my neck. So I chose to let it be. I let my long black hair down and applied
some make-up that, again, that salesgirl made me purchase.
    Applying make-up
brought back glimpses of the hundred times that Nicole made me do it. Her name
gave me a mental punch. How could I be so insensitive and naïve? How could
I forget about her, about Prof. Collins? How could I enjoy myself this much with
people who are practically ready to hand me over for few checks? How could I be
excited about going out when I should be trying harder to escape from this fatality?
How could I?
    I stood there, in front
of the mirror, but not seeing myself. This was not me; the girl in the mirror was
just a mirage, a virtual image. Or maybe it was me. Maybe, that’s who I am. Two
days with Neil did not give me any pain, just adventure. I never enjoyed life as
much as I had enjoyed it in the last two days. Neil had kidnapped me, but never
tried consciously to inflict harm. With Carl, I enjoyed being myself. The two
of them taunted me, scolded me, blindfolded me; but never took any advantage of
me. Maybe to them, I was just an assignment, a burden, but as for me…
    No, I have to stop my train
of thought here. I need to filter my thoughts through a priority encoder. Nicole
needs me, Prof. Collins needs me, and my parents need to know about my whereabouts.
I can’t be selfish.
    I clutched my pendant and
made a promise to myself. I won’t be selfish. No matter how much being with Neil
feels good, no matter how excited I might be seeing new aspects of life apart from
science, no matter how adventurous it might be touring different places, in the
end I was just a

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