The Unforgiven

By Dead Promises

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Not everyone could be happy for most of the occasion. Sometimes, when someone is a bit insecure about the way their feeling, the best medicine would be time. Time, unlike laughter, didn't need a limit as long as patience was on someone's side.

That's exactly how Edmund felt as he made his way into an apartment only a few yards away from him as of that moment. What he thought was perfect for accompanying with time was perhaps a stroll around a few blocks of a suburban area near his abode. Or at least it was helpful in easing the stress he had with his daily needs.

For Edmund, however, he seemed to deem this normal for a tall, brown haired sophomore in college. Especially since social problems were the least of his worries. What he didn't know was that compared to what he was about to face that night, anything he found normal was the least of his problems.

"Okay, so maybe if I take the time to advance a bit on history, then I can find some of the ingredients I need for that frigid cake I have to make" Said Edmund before entering the building.

"Well that's great, if Revile could come in early for once I'd be able to sleep more instead of wasting my time-" Edmund could have finished.

But before he continued walking towards the next hallway, something seemed to give him a cold feeling all of a sudden. After passing one of the crosscurrent rooms in his pathway, he made the thought he perhaps saw something. Something odd yet nears enough to make him deem it almost familiar.

Edmund turned around. What he saw was just an empty spot on the wall that separated the two doors. All Edmund could assume was that perhaps he was sleepy enough to have been able to imagine ideas such as that one. Nothing more could be said, all he did was shrug while he continues his pace towards his room.

Upon arriving to his room, he took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door without expecting anything. After all, he already had the feeling that his roommate Revile was all but there at ten o clock. But as soon as he entered, the sound of swift movement made Edmund freeze as his eyes pop open almost wide enough to make him want to close them if he kept them like that for too long. Soon enough, he turned the lights on near him before he had the idea of uttering something.

"Revile? Is that you?"

With just the lights on, all Edmund was able to see next to him was nothing more than two beds and a drawer. In other words, what he was used to seeing. Just the sight of the window open as the breeze that came in blew the curtains towards him was abnormal for Edmund as of now.

That was until Edmund came up with an excuse to ditch his fear of vagueness.

"Yeah, that douche doesn't even know how to keep the windows closed before leaving" Said Edmund while he came onto his bed and took out a textbook from one of his arithmetic subjects, opened it and began reading a page he had designated with a sticky note.

"Ha! I'm starting to think like my little brother's friend! What was his name again?" Chuckled Edmund while stopping his lecture for a moment to take hold of the sticky note and glare at it for a moment. Edmund could have gone on looking at the sticky note with nostalgia, had it not been for an unexpected intervention.

"Double D"

Edmund's smile faded immediately as he wore a surprised gaze that grew to him almost on the verge of gasping when he turned to his right. On top of his roommate's bed was a wooden board with an oddly drawn face on it.

"All right, I know I'm sleepy, and sleepiness leads to hallucinations, but why would you be there?" Asked Edmund, trying to sound less serious than he wanted to.

"Exactly, I wouldn't, because you're not hallucinating!" The almost demonic reverberating voice replied. Which could as has that moment been assumed it was originating from the piece of wood.

Otherwise what Edmund could by far take for granted it was no one else than Plank.

Now was the time Edmund had a right to feel surprised.

"What are you doing here then? I thought I could live a normal life now! It thought there wasn't anything to worry about anymore!" Edmund asked intolerantly.

"That's just it, something went out of line, and-"

Plank made a detrimental pause before knowing there was no other way of saying it except the way it was supposed to sound.

"-and they found out his middle name"

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Hey everyone! You know, my initial intention was to first write the whole thing, THEN post. But then I thought "Why dont I let the people decide?"

So that's what I'm going to do. I'm not posting this to have it pop., but to see if you all want it or something.

For once, I'd just like some good ol' constructive criticism, okay.

So, um, yeah! R and R (well, since you already did the first thing, do the second!)