forum Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“I’ll text you before I fall asleep, too,” Amber promised with a small grin. “Goodnight, Jace.”

Jace pecked her on the lips and smiled.

“You’d better,” he lightly punched her on the shoulder. “Goodnight, Amber.”

Amber chuckled and walked him out the door. When he was gone, she shook her head slowly, smiling to herself. With a glance in the direction of William’s room, she sighed, rolled her eyes, and then stepped into her own.

[Three days later…]

It was nearly nine o’clock in the morning… William should have been awake at this time, even in one of his classes, but Amber hadn’t seen hide nor tail of him since the day before. Why wouldn’t he be awake, yet? He never skipped classes.

William cursed himself as his headache tore through his head. He should have known it was a terrible idea to not wash up immediately after the rain he had caught himself into. And it was getting colder, which was one of the reasons the male was cursing himself.

He rolled over to his side, releasing a shaky breath. When he slept, the pain would wash away. But every time he woke, it would slap him across the face. He hated getting sick. Finally, when he managed to shove the headache at the bottom of the pit, sleep overtook him again.

Around nine thirty, Amber gave in and knocked softly on William’s door. When there was no answer, she slowly, silently, opened it, peeking into the room. He was asleep, but it looked fitful. She made her way over, arms crossed defensively over her chest as she looked down at him. How was she going to help someone who probably didn’t even want the help?

Feeling like someone was in the room, William slowly opened his eyes, looking up. His vision was blurry—either from sleep or the fact that his eyes burned, he didn’t know. The only thing he could register was that the person was a woman, and she had blue hair.

Blue. Like…

“Caroline…?” He murmured softly, blinking. His voice was rough and raspy, throat aching. Did she come because she was worried? What time was it? Had he skipped practice, and it made her think he wasn’t okay?

Amber’s eyes widened slightly at the name. Why would he think Caroline was here? How would she even know he wasn’t in his classes?

Once his vision cleared, Amber came into view. William scoffed, shifting on to his back, throwing an arm around his burning eyes. He gritted his teeth before a mocking, almost sarcastic smile makes its way on his lips.

“Of course,” he muttered, chuckling softly, pain evident in his voice. “Why would she even be here?”

Amber raised her eyebrows at her dormmate and continued to look down at him silently. After a moment, she finally spoke.

“You’re sick,” she said in a monotoned voice. “Do you want any water? Ibuprofen?”

Finally, realization crashed down. Amber. She was in his room. Again.

He removed his arm from his eyes and moved to set his feet on the floor, looking at Amber in fury. What was she doing? Why was she in his room again, without his permission?

“Get out,” he hissed, ignoring her questions. Ignoring the pang of hurt that came over him, something that wasn’t caused by his sickness. He had called her Caroline. Why? Why was it that that woman was all that he could see, even in those that didn’t even remotely look like her? ”Get out of my room.”

Amber flinched as he stood, his words like a slap to the face. She took a step back and moved her eyes from him.

“I was just trying to help, William,” she muttered.

“I don’t need your help,” he snarled, gritting his teeth. What was his reason for being angry right now? Because she came into his room uninvited? Because she thought he couldn’t handle himself decided to offer him her help?

Or because she wasn’t Caroline? Because even after all of those years of pining over her, taking care of her, she still wouldn’t bat an eyelash if she didn’t see him?

He took a step towards Amber, anger clouding his thoughts. What was he doing? He should stop. He should come to his senses—he was being ridiculously stupid.

Amber took another step back when William took one closer. They were getting dangerously close to the wall, and she would soon find her back pressed against it — again — if this continued.

“I never said you did. I was just trying to be… nice, I guess,” she breathed, still unable to look directly at him.

William clenched his fists, face twisted in fury. Before he knew what he was doing, he had her backed up against the wall. His fist raised and slammed on the wall right next to her, and when he realized what he was doing, he was relieved he had a bit of control. He was relieved he hadn’t hurt her.

“Get out,” he hissed again, attempting to lock eyes with her.

Amber jumped, flinching away from the sound. That was his fist that had struck the wall beside her head… He’d almost hit her…

“Gladly,” she whispered, her voice a deadly combination of calm and frightened and furious, before she slipped past him.

Once inside her room, she clapped a hand over her mouth. He’d almost her her… Gosh, he’d almost hit her…

When the door to his slammed shut, William bent down, breathing heavily. What did he just do? Oh, God. What on earth did he just do?

His breath hitched in his throat—he almost hit Amber. He almost physically hurt her again. He was losing it all over again. His parents were right. Caroline was right. His previous therapist was right. His anger was destructive. He was dangerous. He could hurt people all over again. He needed help. He couldn’t live in isolation. He could never live in isolation.

William dragged himself over to his bed, falling down on it. He wished he could say he couldn’t believe what he just did, because he did believe. He was capable of such things.

Amber made her way to her bed in a haze of disbelief. She’d known that he had anger issues, that much was obvious, but that he might hurt her? For some reason, she hadn’t thought he would… And look where that’d gotten her.

She curled up in her bed, not bothering to think about her classes at the moment. This was too much for her to go to her classes. She might stay home all day, now… Yeah… Yeah, that sounded good…

When William woke up after some time, he felt just as miserable as he looked. He knew he needed to apologize to Amber—he reacted in such a childish, immature way. He let his anger get the best of him and he almost hit her.

She should have listened, a voice inside him reasoned. I told her to keep out of my room. She didn’t listen. She had it coming.

It wasn’t her fault that she was worried, was it? No, why would she be?

Sighing, William pulled himself to his feet. He needed water, and perhaps some medicine. His headache wouldn’t leave him alone.

Amber has grabbed the rub of caramel ice cream from the freezer — along with a spoon, of course — and was now gorging herself on the frozen delight. She’d put earbuds in and plugged them into her phone so she could silently watch something on it. Now, after about an hour, she was wondering if maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to watch it on her laptop instead. The only reason she wasn’t right now was because it was in the living room…

William walked into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water and drank before he rinsed the glass. He sighed, closing his eyes to get rid of the burning. He opened them again before he began looking for the medicine.

After five minutes of fruitless searching, William gave up. Where was the goddamn medicine? His eyes went towards Amber’s room. There was only one person who could know where the medicine was, and it was a person he almost ended up hurting.

After another few minutes of her episode, Amber sighed and paused the show. The screen was too small, and now she was just squinting at it to see. It was rather annoying, really.

So, she set her ice cream down on her night stand, pulled her earbuds out of her ears, and stood up. As soon as she opened her door, though, she was seriously considering closing it again. Of course William was up when she needed to just get one thing…

William’s head whipped into the direction of Amber’s room, but he instantly regretted it because of the wave of pain that came afterwards.

He immediately cast his head down. He didn’t think he’d be seeing her any time soon, but it seems luck was never on his side.

Finally, he opened his mouth.

“Where… is the medicine?” He murmured, not bringing it in him to look at her.

Amber sighed and walked past him into the living room. She grabbed her laptop, which was sitting in the little coffee table in the center of the room.

"Medicine should be in the medicine cabinet behind the bathroom mirror," she explained quietly before starting back toward her room.

William squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to say it. She made her way to get her things before she began to walk away.

He bit down on his lip.

“I’m… sorry…”

Finally, he was able to say it. It felt like he was admitting he had a problem. It felt like he was exposing his hideous side, one he didn’t want anyone else to know. Though he wasn’t going to admit his flaws, it still felt like he had cut himself open. William never apologized—not for something like this. But it needed to be said.

Amber paused in her walking but didn't look back. She took a slow breath, her shoulders rising just enough to show it.

He was sorry? He was sorry for almost hitting her just because she'd wanted to help him? What kind of game was he playing with her?

"I don't think I can forgive you right now," she admitted in a low voice, still facing her own room. Her arms tightened around her laptop as she continued, "Give me a while. And space…"