School Creepypasta

19: Regrets

—Valley POV—

I woke up with my head on a pillow. Someone pulled a blanket over me, mumbling about me being an idiot. The gentle tone was interrupted by a slight stutter, making me wonder why Toby was calling me an idiot.
I slowly opened my eyes.
His brown eyes shone in the slight light coming from the lamp on his bedside. The empty beds of Dian and Elijah stood out as I looked anywhere but up at him.

"What did I do?"

"Dorcas found you, but you ended up fainting. And try not to have any more breakdowns in the open, not in this cursed castle, okay?" Toby's tone was gentle. He sat down on my bed, minding my lying form. His eyes still looked at me. Understanding. He wasn't wearing his mask or goggles. His scar didn't bother me at all, even if I could see it so clearly.

"Sorry," I said softly. Carefully I dared to look at Toby. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Hm?" Toby propped his knee up, getting comfortable.

I almost smiled at the gesture.
"It's a personal question, so maybe you don't want to answer, but that's okay—"

"Just ask," Toby encouraged.

I sighed and looked down at my hands.
"Have you ever regretted killing? Like... you'd rather die than having done it?"

Toby thought.
His eyes got sad, but then hardened. "No. I have not." His voice was steady, it surprised me, but I hid it and simply nodded.

As Toby looked down and clenched his fist, I don't think he noticed my nod. He said, "My father hadn't been there. He deserved to die."
Then he got up and left.

"Well, nice talk." I said to the closed door, Toby having left the room left it empty. I wondered where Dorcas and Stephen even were this late. Maybe Dorcas was checking up at E.J, he wasn't fully healed yet, I knew.
I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. I was tired, the day had been long. Looking at how Toby reacted, I decided that if everyone was struggling sometimes, maybe I got to take a break as well. My eyes closed and I let myself fall into a peaceful sleep.

—

Charley got out of his bed. He couldn't sleep.
His eyes were wide open as though he just had some anti sleep gas.

The cold floor stretched out into the hallway, but Charley put on his boots as he hurried out of the dorm. He couldn't stand that he was so close to Anthony. The thought kept crossing his mind. If he could kill his dad, who else would he be able to kill? A fucking puppy?

The moonlight shone through the window, and Charley tried to shut off his shouting thoughts.
"Fuck off," Charley said before painfully realising his father saying 'fuck'. He himself had said 'fuck'. ...everyone said 'fuck'.
It was all messed up. His head almost hit a door, and Charley quickly pushed it open. He found himself standing outside, he sighed and just walked outside. Fuck it.
Fuck, Charley hated that word now.

It took him a long while to convince himself to go back inside. It wasn't safe to wonder off in the castle. He had heard the stories of students getting caught by others, getting into trouble with proxies by finding places they shouldn't. Charley knew all about that last one, regretfully.
Though, he wondered, what really was up with that door? Valley seemed to have forgotten about it. After the ball she seemed to ignore it, saying she didn't think it worth the trouble. He did the same, though... he was still curious on the inside.

As Charley realised he had gotten lost in thought and now was standing still in the grass field, he suddenly realised a person was walking up to him.

Charley tried to see who it was, but the light of the moon didn't do much to help him. Should Charley hurry inside? What if the person was faster? Should he stay and see what would happen? What if the person was stronger?