(ON HOLD) On a Purgatory High / Sanders Sides / Polysanders

Chapter 4 - A Little Birdie Told Me

This chapter is short and angsty. Much like the side it revolves around.
I couldn't help myself-
Don't worry, you'll get your fluff soon! Just not yet-

TW: Slight flashbacks, mentions a wound and blood, crying, calling self a failure, mentions of abandoning and abandonment, slight gore.

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Virgil ran. Quickly and recklessly, barely scraping past all the bodies in the hallway (which were probably going home from club meetings), not even looking at whoever he passed.

He just wanted to be alone. More so than he already was.

He practically battered down the doors as he stormed through them, the tears flying from his face and leaving a trail as his feet carried him to some sort of mushroom forest... Not at all like any of the gardens in the school, but, then again, he wasn't even in the same 'ring' as the school. He was still on the same ring as the dorms.

The mushrooms were high and mighty, elm and pine trees much mightier as they loomed over the ground, shrouding the whole woodland area in a dark shadow. The orange rays of the sun barely managed to pierce through the canopy, leaving only dimming spots of bright light to guide his way. Like little candles, or wisps guiding his path.

Of course, Virgil wasn't exactly in the right mindset to admire the scenery.

He sank against a withering and crumbling mushroom, not even caring that it looked as if it would fall on him any second. He was done caring. He was done worrying, at least about himself.

His thoughts were spinning, the area around him suddenly too dark, too bright, too quiet and too loud.

He couldn't see. His three eyes were all red-rimmed and burning through his flesh with the tears they did and didn't shed.

It was just like he was there again. His hand hurt so much, whether it was phantom pains or the wound opening up again, he didn't care. His head was spinning way too much to even feign caring. Virgil was almost sick right there, slamming his head back against the mushroom as he cried out wrenches of screams.

Screams.

Screams.

/His/ screams.

Virgil was sorry. He was so sorry. Sorry for leaving behind his mums, sorry for not saving that girl, sorry for causing a scene and probably worrying Remus and Janus.

Sorry for being such a fucking /failure/.

He went to hide his face in absolute shame. If you would've asked the boy what was going through his head, he would've told you that he didn't deserve to be here, in this school being offered a second chance at life. That he didn't deserve a chance at being reincarnated, he'd already made such a travesty of his last one. He really was a failure, huh?

Peck. Peck. Peck.

Virgil froze, his blood running cold as he heard the soft tapping of wood. Rapidly and repeatedly, a calming sound that wasn't too loud or too quiet. He'd heard that before, he swore he'd heard it before. But... What was it.

Peck, peck...

A woodpecker?

Surely enough, even through his hazy vision, Virgil could make out a little blob gripping onto a pine, pecking away as if there wasn't a crying avian a few trees away. Virgil choked a little more, but he could breathe now... So that was something, at least.

It was almost like a drilling sound, but the woodpecker seemed to have it's own little rhythm. Their eyes met, and Virgil could've sworn he saw the bird's eyes sparkle for a brief second, almost barking out a chirp before resuming his quick-moving song.