The Enemy in my head

Chapter 32

Anxietys POV:

Don't trust them.

Don't trust anybody.

I felt any bit of confedince leave me, when I stepped through the doors. I felt a part of me leave, probably the part that trusted the others, when I saw the very room that was supposed to be my grave- his grave, of course.

I went in and turned around. There were many screens in all the colours of the sides, in the order of the rainbow. While the others were plain from red to dark blue, the last one, my screen, was a purple fading into black.

I could feel a shiver running through me. 

"God.", Logan sighed. "This is going to take a while.".

"And what exactly do we have to do here, Logie?", Patton asked.

Logn blushed and explained: "Well, Pat, we need to go to all our screens and all agree, one after the other, that we delete this surten part of our companian, Virgil."

"Is that dangerous?", I asked, for me and for him. I never thought we would make it this far, so I never thought about the implications.

"No, this is quit easy. We just all need to agree, and giving our situation, it is clear that we all want that, right?", Logan said, surprised.

"Right, Virge?", Remus asked. He still frowned.

"Of course.", I said. Perhaps I was lieing, but only a part of me.

"Wait.", Romam said. "Do we not need...Wrath? He is a side like we are."

"Just like Remy, also known as the sleeping side of Thomas. He is a grey side. We don't need them. We only need Creativity, which is Roman and Remus, Logic, Morality, Anxiety and- We don't have Janus anymore."

I looked at the normally yellow screen. It was white.

He is in heaven, than.

Really?

No, he is just dead. He is not religous either. You call yourself his son?

Shut up, your his murderer.

"Virgil?", Roman reached out ut thought better of it. The last time he did that I nearly slit his throat.

"I am fine. Janus is gone. We don't need him for this."

"Virgil, you seem to show signs of deppresed grieving.", Logan deduced.

"Well, no shit sherlock.", I snarled, but shook my head. I need to calm down.

"Sorry, Logan."

"It's fine, Virgil. I can only imagine how hard this must be for you... and after this you can grieve. We will let you be, than."

"And he will be gone.", I smiled halfly.

"Exactly! Now, that's the spirit!", Roman cheered.

We went to the screens. When I started mine with the ON/OFF-Button, i felt a stir rise up in me.

Close your eyes, Anxiety.

No.

Yes, Anxiety, just close them. It's over.

You've grown tieredof this body.

You want to go.

Let your friends go, they don't want you.

Yes, they do. They want the real me back. The me without you.

This Anxiety doesn't exist. It never did. I was never gone.

I felt my eyes grow heavy.

No.

Yes.

Give up.

N-no.

"Virgil?"

Stop it. Stop it all.

"Virgil? Hey, Virgil?!"

"Virgil, kiddo-"

"He is passing out agai-"

It went silent and dark.

I fell again.

Deeper than I ever fell.

I fell into a pitch.

I slammed to the ground, and when I looked up, pain striking through me, I saw him.

"E-Ethan."

"Just go. They are happy to see you go. You were suicidal before. You are suicidal again. You wanna die. You will die.

You are happy here.

Here, where everyone is dead.

Go to your father, Anxiety.

Or should I say Paranoia?"

He cackled, like a mad man.

I could feel my mouth smile, against my will.

Everything hurt.

We share a body. He and I were one.

"Virgil? Hey, what's so funny? Why are you laughing?", I heared Roman say. He is so confused.

"I laugh because you are all stupid! Don't look at me like that. Nearly everyone is stupid! Everyone but me.", I felt ourself laugh again, but it was so...cold.

"Now, let's play a game, shall we?"

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