There I was, hiding as he left the house. The last thing I saw was that he holding a book and it seemed as if he was in a rush to leave his house.
“Good, this gives me enough time to set this up… ”
I got the spare key he kept under the rug. Sticking around until the coast was clear, I crept inside. I walked down the corridor until I reached his room, checking my pockets, I was relieved to see that the crux of my plan was there. I pulled out some berries and looked at the bust of Pallas. As I scanned it, I thought to myself,
“ Statue of wisdom, is it? This is nothing more than an ugly effigy, but whatever. Knowing him, he’ll believe that it means something else”
The next day, I walked up to his front door and knocked and quickly ran to the other side of the house just in time to see a raven perch where I had put the berries, just as I had planned. As an additional part of my plan, I threw my voice to make it seem as if the bird were talking. When he noticed the Raven, he took more interest in it than expected, even mistaking it for a symbol for dominion and death. Whenever he would talk to the raven, I would always make it appear to reply with the same thing: nevermore.
This went on for many years, until I realized I had gone too far. He was obsessing over this raven, almost to the point of insanity. I had no longer wished to torment him. He needed to be enlightened of his situation and my part in it. I came to the apartment to apologize. When I found him, he was on the floor, laying there in his grief and insanity. He murmured Nevermore in between his cries and moans. His face was awash with his tears and dirt, and he had not gotten up for some days. I was distraught at this sight, so I spoke,
“I’m here, its Lenore,”
He slowly cocked his head up, and a pitiful grimace looked up toward me. He yelled my name as he grabbed at my skirt and held there like a scared child. I had then explained to him all of the injury I had caused him, and begging for forgiveness. I expected him to have never wished to speak to me or view my visage. Yet he did neither. He had not cared anymore, for he had become so far gone that he did not respond to me. It was at that moment that I had realized that this was my punishment, my atonement for my actions. I could not bear to witness him anymore, so I left the apartment.