Just Promise Me | NatePat

Chapter Twenty | A Simple Question

Matthew let out a quiet yawn, glancing around the small room. He had had a strange dream that night. There was a girl, a couple of years younger than him, crying in a small dark room. He hadn't been able to comfort her; he could only stare at her. And, for some strange reason, she looked familiar.

He pushed the dream out of his mind. Dreams were always weird. There was no pointing in thinking about it.

Yet, he still couldn't help but feel bad for the girl. But, that was stupid and completely unreasonable. What's the use of feeling blue for someone who doesn't even exist?

Still, he hadn't wanted to wake up, but someone didn't close the blinds and sunlight had seeped, then flooded, into the room.

He hugged Peepachu tightly, a small smile on his face. Thankfully, his ribs didn't hurt that much anymore. Maybe, he could head back to Blackwell soon. Sure, he knew that the Grumps could always beat him up again, but they wouldn't, right?

They could be charged with assault and sent to jail, but Matt couldn't bring himself to do that to them. Once upon a time, Arin had been the nicest person he knew.

Then, Jon had left.

He sighed. He didn't want to dwell on the past. The past had gotten him in this mess. He only hoped that the future would get him out of it.

He yawned, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep in, but a very strange voice filled the room.

"Can you forgive me?"

He looks around, confused, before reluctantly giving the strange voice an answer. "Forgive you? For what? And who the hell even are you?"

"Can you forgive me for hurting his head and his heart?"

***

Nathan didn't get any sleep last night. How could he sleep? He had alienated Morgan and Matt was all alone in some cold hospital. Furthermore, he couldn't help but think about Arin's words.

"He took Jon's heart and ripped it apart. Why else do you think that you're his roommate?"

What had he done?

It was such a simple, four word question, but it had drove Nate insane. What had Matthew done? What had he done to make people hate him so much?

He wasn't the manipulative type nor was he the type to be cruel to someone. How could he even get someone to feel bad, much less hurt themselves?

"Morgan," He spoke the girl's name quietly, "Please. I need to ask you something." He bit his lip, awkwardly waiting for her to respond. Yet, it seemed like there was no chance that she would come anytime soon. "I'm sorry." Still, no response.

He sighed, then stood up, quickly stretching, before discarding his old clothes and changing into something new: a dark blue Zelda shirt and black jeans. If Morgan wasn't going to offer answers, then the next best thing would be to ask Jack and Mark.

So, the boy walked out of his small dorm and knocked on his neighbors' door, patiently waiting for them to open the door.

From the other side, he could hear the two arguing. "...oh, don't play that game with me, Mark! I'm done with this." Nate jumped back in surprise as Jack threw the door open, storming out of their room and running down the hallway.