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Virgil POV
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Crying, screaming, red, red everywhere
"A-Anxiety?"
I look terrified at the voice.
"Thomas, I'm sorry, please. Thomas I'm so so-sorry."
Not again, I wake up and uncurl myself from my tangled ebony sheets. I reach a hand up to my face wiping away small tear tracks. I've been a bawling shaking mess since that day, I've had nightmares every night since then and being the literal embodiment of anxiety I see all the possible ways it could've gone worse. My stomach growls, I haven't left my room for three weeks, all of the others are trying to help Thomas settle down, I can feel it, he should be better anyways, especially without me there.
My stomach grumbles again, I untangle myself from the bed and head to check myself in the mirror hanging over my desk. I can't let the others see me like this. My hair is matted, my eyes are red, and I'm still shaking from the "dream" I had. I do my best to fix my self up some, brushing my hair, some white foundation, and a bit of smudged eyeshadow. Slowly I make my way to the kitchen. As I walk I check my phone and see that it is 2 in the morning I groan a little and continue walking. Once I get to the kitchen I notice some leftover cookies and sandwiches on the counter. I grab a plate of cookies and a sandwich. I am about to head back to my roomwhen I see Logan blocking my way out with hatred lacing his features.
"Anxiety how could you do this to Thomas!" he screams "You are one of his personalities our one goal is to protect him but it seems as though all you do is cause him to suffer! You insufferable, pathetic, useless, f-f-freak! You don't belong here and you never will, you should just go kill yourself because I know we would be better off if you never existed at all!" Logan screams I just look down and nod, I agreeing with everything he says, I am a useless, pathetic, freak that Thomas would be better off without.
"As usual Logan you're right." I say with as little emotion as I can, as tears threaten to spill once more. Logan comes towards me raises his hand and slaps me.
"Shut up, you need to pay for what you've done to him." he pulls me up and drags me by my arm to his room.
------2 hours later-------
I leave Logan's room and painfully limp towards my own when I bump into someone, I fall back landing straight on my rear end. With a pained hiss I look up to scowl at the person who bumped into me but I am met by a hand, I follow it to neat white cloths and a crisp red sash.
"Are you okay my chemically unbalanced romance?" Prince asked... worried? No, couldn't be, probably just trying to keep up his princely persona. yeah why would princey be worried about you? He hates you.
"I'm fine princey." I wince as I try to get up without his help. He looks at me with a sad look in his eyes that disappears rather quickly.
"Okay, sorry, bye bye Verge." he says as he walks away in his normal cheerful mood. I continue limping towards my room and just hoping I don't have another nightmare when I go back to bed.