The Remnants Of The Past

Chapter 1: William Vincent Afton

I don't remember a lot from my past. My memories are blurred. There is something though.. There is something I remember. I don't really talk about it though.

I remember a little kid around 5-6. He was sitting on the carpet from the living room playing with his teddy bear. He was holding the Teddy on one hand and the on the other hand he had a knife. I don't know why he had a knife-he wasn't supposed to have one. *knock knock knock*. Someone knocked at the door. "Come in! The door is unlocked." the little kid said. An woman that seemed to be in her early 50s came in. She had dark short brown hair, with some white streaks in it and gray tired eyes.
"Oh hi there little Willy! What are you doing sweetheart? Are you playing with the Teddy bear I gave you?" the woman asked.
"Actually granny.. I'm trying to see what's inside of it you know? I want to see how it works like!" the child said sketching a smile.
"Oh... T-that's magnificent William!.." the woman said a bit surprised to hear those words out of a child's mouth. Usually little kids are playing with their toys not trying to torn them apart. "Anyway do you know where your mother is?" the woman said trying to change the subject. "I don't know. She wasn't out of her room ever since this morning." The child's bright blue eyes shined. You could easily get lost into he's eyes. The child let the knife and the Teddy bear fall of on the floor and stormed to his mother's room with his grandmother behind him.
"Mama! Granny is here!" but right before he could say anything else he stopped. In front of him there was a fallen chair. And there was another woman hanging from the ceiling. Her long brown hair covering her face. The woman was dead. The child knew she was dead. Even if he was young he still knew. Although he didn't feel anything. He wasn't scared nor sad and neither happy. He just looked at the woman's body without any expression on he's face. He never liked that woman anyways. He never liked that creature he called "mama". And just like that he's grandmother took care of him.

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*14 years later*

*beep beep beep*
The alarm clock kept on ringing.
"Ugh stupid alarm.." I said knocking off the alarm clock and yawning. I checked the date. Tuesday, 1st September, 1967. "Well.. I guess it's first day of university . Another day of hell." I opened the windows and the closet door. I put on some clothes and turned on the radio and made myself some coffee. "Well this is the last morning I spend in my apartment. I already made my bags." I was talking to myself.

Honestly I didn't wanted to move to another city and to share another unknown room with a stranger. But oh well-. Good thing it was close to the city I'm in.

A few hoy later I was already on my way to London. I'm gonna miss my peaceful apartment but oh well. Honestly I was surprised but how good looking the building was. You don't see many things like this in United Kingdom. The garden was gigantic and there where lots of other students talking, hugging and walking. Their laughs and enjoymemt were scaring me. There's nothing that scares me more than human enjoyment.

In the middle of the garden was the university. There was a big banner on the top of the university. JHONA'S UNIVERSITY. Was written uppercase letters. I made my way inside. I guess we have to go to our rooms before everything else happens. I went to the front desk.
"What's your name?" the lady that was sorting the rooms asked. "William. William Vincent Afton" I answered. She looked on the paper and a second after said. "Oh! Room 13 C. You're gonna share it with a guy named Henry Alberto Emily." Henry Alberto Emily huh? I think he's Hispanic or something like that. I thought while heading to the room.

The room was a small one. It had a small kitchen, a nice and cozy bedroom and a bathroom right next to the bed. There were some smalls wardrobe around the place. I liked the view from the glass though. "Huh.. Not too big. I wonder how 2 people would live here. But anyway I should get a shower. I stink." I said getting undressed, throwing my clothes on the bed and letting my packages on the floor not bothering to organize them.