Chapter 35

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Trigger Warning: Patton Angst

Pattons POV:
Virgil may have lost his real father, but he will always be like a son to me. And for my son, I would do anything.
The Darkness around me took Form, and I started shivering. I don't like the dark, it's scary.
With shame, I realized how many things I found of as scary. I am not made for this. I am not enough.
I know these thoughts, but this time they were so....laud?
"Patton? Why would you say that?"
"Virgil! Oh, dear, are you alright?", I went to hug him but Ligabs voice made me turn.
Coldly starring at me he said: "Because it's the truth, Virgil he will nevet be enough."
"What?", I looked at him. "Logie that kinda hurts."
"But you just said it yourself. As far as I know, and I know everything, the heart never lies."
I stopped talking when Virgil came feom behind me.
"Apologize. right. now.", he growlwd, demonic.
"Why should I? It's the truth! Patton will never be good enough. He's the heart. He's weak.", Logan said, monotone again. "He will never be loved."
"No, THAT'S NOT TRUE!", I yelled and felt the part of me I tried to hide so well, get lose. "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIW? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!"
"Bitch, please, why should anybody love you.", I heared Paranoia in my head, talking calm and soothing, like a Dotter explainimg a kid what was wrong with him.
Everything is wrong on me.
"That's true, Patton Sanders. You are wrong. You are worthless. Nobody will ever have a use for you."
No. No, that's not true.
I felt myself fall back
and back
darkness consumed me.
When my head hit the ground, I heared a high schriek.
"Patton?", the real Virgil asked , hovering over me.
"Virge? Jesus, are you okay? Did Logan do something to you?"
"What? Patton your shaking. Princey!"
"Comming!"
"Is Logan and Remus here, too?"
"No, they are not here yet."
Roman joyned our circle and we stayed silent for a while.
"Where exactly are we here?", I asked, still trembling a bit, but less.
Roman stopped playing with my curls and looked over to Virgil, hands linked.
"We are in my head, Patton."

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