Part 3The Asylum Games

"What's wrong?"

She looked at me, chewing on mango chunks.

My face was pale.

My steps were unsteady.

"Nothing..."

"If nothing's wrong, eat!"

She smiled and handed me a fork with cake on it.

I hesitated taking the fork.

My hand under my sleeve had already dialed 911.

Then, trembling slightly, I reached out to take a bite.

Slap!

Her face suddenly changed.

She smacked my hand away.

"What are you doing?"

"Chloe?"

I looked at Chloe's suddenly darkened face in shock.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Why are you eating mango?"

She glared at me.

My breathing became erratic—

Did she... discover my purpose?

"You forgot you're allergic to mangoes?!"

"What?"

I pointed at myself.

Me? Allergic to mangoes?

Since I was a kid, my favorite fruit has been mango.

The one allergic to mangoes was Chloe, right?

"Did that scumbag make you crazy? You forgot your own allergy?"

Chloe glared at me.

I looked at her.

I put the mango on the fork into my mouth.

Staring dead at her:

"Chloe, watch closely. The one allergic to mangoes was never me. It's you."

Her face went pale.

"Maya..."

"So, who the hell are you!"

She looked at me in shock.

"Speak!"

I got up to grab her collar.

Suddenly, my throat tightened.

I fell to my knees, clutching my neck.

I saw a rash erupting on my arm.

"I told you you were allergic, why didn't you listen! Hello? 911? My friend is having a severe allergic reaction! Come quick!"

Allergic to mangoes...

Me?

How is that possible!

The person allergic to mangoes, since childhood...

Has always been Chloe!

Thud! I collapsed to the floor.

The last thing I heard was Chloe's panicked screaming.