Trip Down Memory Lane

What Could Have Been Done chapter 7

T.W. harmful thoughts, suicide, cursing, vomit

Deceit's POV

     I was walking back to Patton's room to nag at him a bit more. I can't only do it once! The Duke might have been done with him, but that doesn't mean that I sure can be.  As I was walking down the hall from the dark side of the mind to the light side, I slowly felt myself getting warmer from the heat of the mind palace that I was not used too. Since there was really no source of light or heat in the dark side of the mind palace, we either had to be under multiple, thick blankets or heating pads, wear layers of thick clothing or freeze to our undeniable deaths.

     I was about to knock on the door when I realized that it was sunrise and Patton was probably asleep and wouldn't answer the door. Even when their father figure was troubled at the moment, he seemed to always be snoozing his life away when the sun comes a shining to welcome the day. I then decided to let myself in so that I could have a chat with him one last time before the others kick me out of his room. Having to stay in the deary, cold, damp, depressing part of the mind where I stay the day in and day out is hard and even if I need to bring someone down to get here, I will get just a bit of warmth. Snakes are cold-blooded so when I stay in a cold environment for too long I start to get deadly ill. I would appreciate not dying within the next couple of years or so.

     When I opened the door, I didn't know what to think or do. I saw Patton sitting on the edge of the balcony that was over the large black hole. He was crying and crying and I had no idea how to help. His skin was paler than a ghost with a quaking chest, heaving up and down. I thought at first that he was just sitting on the barrier to get the view of the sunrise, but then I heard whisper counting. He shifted his shaking hands and arms to a backward position, lifting his body up and forward slightly as if to be flying over the black hole below him.

     I sprinted toward him, I had nothing else on my mind except for the fact that I need to grab Patton before it is too late. My face got hot and my chest burned from running and the pure thought that whether he lives or dies right now, is in my cold hands.

     I made it to the ledge and reached my arms over right as he said three. My fingers brushed against his shoulder. I didn't make it in time. I failed him. I failed the others. I failed Thomas.

     All my body did was reach over the side and grasp for him to come here like a toddler in someone else's arms wanting their dad. I sobbed over the balcony barrier asking myself if I was the one who caused him to jump. Am I really that evil? I just wanted people to notice me, and accept me as part of the group. I didn't want to be a straight-up murderer.

     I watched as Patton fell and fell into the black hole. He was holding what looked like a shiny book of some sort. Right before he disappeared from sight, we met each other's eyes and a million words were exchanged through one glance of a sorry snake, and a depressed dad.

     I decided to stay on the balcony for a bit longer and stare at the black hole. I don't know why I chose to do that instead of going about my day. Was it because I felt sorry? Was it because I thought he would come back from the hole? At this point, I don't give a fuck! Maybe, it may be better if I jump off and join him. I will already be dead when the others find out that I am the one that let him die.

     I sat up and sunk out to my bed where I took off my gloves to reveal hands that are out of the ordinary. Instead of all my fingers being... well, fingers. Some of my fingers look like the end of a snake tail. I stare at the scales on my hands for a short while before I run to the bathroom to throw up. Anytime  I get overwhelmed I throw up my guts, You would think that this would be a Patton sort of thing?

     Speaking of Patton, apparently everyone now knows of Patton's absence. The Duke came up through my toilet to tell me the news.

     "Hey Snakey, have you heard the goody is dead!" Remus said with a wickedly happy grin. "I wish I could have been the one to kill him off, sadly he had to do it himself." I thought in my head about what could have been done in a situation like this. I can't just go off telling him that I was the one to kick his bucket. He would tell everyone and I would NEVER be forgiven.

     "Hey scratch face," Remus said while breaking me out of my thoughts, "you wanna go down to the crime scene with me?" Without any hesitation, I had my reply in place. "That would not be necessary Doo, we can't rip what has already been torn." He then sat with his chin resting in his hand like he was thinking of what to say next. "We wouldn't be shredding it though, it is an iron bar that can only be cracked by a depressive dilemma that doesn't get destroyed by devilish deeds." I was about to comment on how intelligent that statement was, but the Duke had other plans in his rotten brain of his. "Looks like I have myself too many Ds, huh Dee!" Then he crackled away like someone didn't just take their own life.

     "Fine," I said as confidently as I could. "We can go down to his room." The dark Luigi got too excited for his own good and started pulling me by the arm to the door. "If," I say and he paused where he stood on my carpeted flooring. "If what? There should not even be an if, to begin with!" The Duke whined, but I stood firm. "We could only go down to Patton's room if you promise to not make this any harder on anyone there as it already is. This is not just a small dilemma, Thomas literally just lost his sense of right and wrong, you can be a bit sympathetic."

     Remus groaned but agreed. Why did he even jump? Why did he think of jumping? Did he take a second to think of the consequences this has on Thomas if he wipes himself out of the picture? Was I apart of the problem? Was there something that could have been done? What could have been done?

Thank you for reading this book! I know it is pretty dark, but I need to let my angst out somewhere so... I spill it out in this fanfiction! Thank you all for your support of this book and like always, do your best!