☆ Hidden Secerts

ᨒ A Great Start ᨒ

~~~~~ Virgil POV ~~~~~
It was another day of being alive, another day of being in school and then it's another day to.. Coming back home to my family. Unsupportive parents, if I may add. At least my brother and cat support me.

Anyway I did not at ALL, want to head out to school. But I have to or my parents would just yell and speak with me, leading to thoughts of killing myself by overdosing.

"Veronica Cloud ANSAN. Get out of bed this instant and go to school!" Virgil's step mother had yelled from the other side of his bedroom's door, Virgil replied with a harsh and tired tone "That's not what my name is, you know that. I'll be frickin ready in three minutes Kellie!" Soon after he heard his step-mom enter into his room and grab a hold of his arm

"Your fucking father named you Veronica, so it is your LEGAL name. Stop with the 'my name is Virgil and i'm a boy.' shit. You know you'll always be a female." she spoke rough, slapping her step son upside on the face pretty hard before she walked out of the anxious emo child's room, scoffing and not paying attention to Virgil.

That was a "nice" start to the early morning. Stupid step mother. He thought to himself as Virge was just about putting on his chest binder, black spotted red hoodie over his panic! at the disco merch shirt and some dark gray ripped pants along with converse sneakers. I should cover the scars with new bandages, I wouldn't want anyone to see anyway. he would then replace bandages, leave his bedroom and soon grab breakfast for the way to school. Westhill Highschool.

Time Skip by Virgil's favorite song:
I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

Once the usually tall anxious boy made it to Westhill Highschool, he would first go to the library and listen to music while reading one of the usual genre of books he likes to read. Which is the horror and mystery type of books, Virgil liked a lot.
Though.. his thoughts would interupt and immediately he would be fighting himself, alone in his mind.

(Virgil's Thoughts are: italic.
him replying to them are bold.)

Dearie me.. why don't you grab a pencil or one of the sharpeners and cut yourself again?.. you know I like that, Veronica.

"I am not going to listen to what your saying, and I'm not that name. It's Virgil."

Aw.. c'mon girlie~, you'll feel slightly better if you just listen to me. Why do you keep repressing my ideas towards you? Do you not.. want to be able to see your own true self. Veronica?

"It is Virgil!. and I am a boy. Now again for the fifth time, I'll just keep repressing you for the sake of my own mental health. But you'll just come back stronger, won't you.?"

Sureee.. you are a boy. Others don't see you that way, not even your own parents. Janus would stop supporting you soon once he figures out what you've been doing..~

"My sibling will still support me. Though we do have our fights and I rather not tell them what I'm doing to myself, but then again.. You're just trying to get me to worry about that. I..- I know Janus will still support! We're both in the queer community."

Hm.. Just keep that to yourself hun. He wouldn't care if you disappeared from the world or if you died unexpectedly!'..

Soon that voice left and I finally noticed that I had been crying quietly right when someone came up to me and tried to get me to calm down from whatever they thought I was crying from. Bleh, I hate having to speak to others.. but it does feel nice to do so once in awhile.

"Hey, purple grape hair. Are you feeling alright? I saw you sobbing from where I was reading my sherlock homes book. Again, are you alright sir?" The unfamiliar voice spoke, sounding comforting and collective to the quietly sobbing emo, as he would look up from the book in front of him and see a pair of small black rimmed glasses and a couple of eyebags on their face. Virgil would reply back with a nod and a few words, sounding groggy and confused, "I'm okay. I just... erm, sorry. Who are you? I think I know you from history but I don't know if I'm correct."

Standing up, helping Virgil get up as well. He would speak so calmly now that they'd noticed the slightly shorter one was a bit better but still had a bit of red on his face, ruining Virge's eyeshadow. "Well you are correct, I am Logan. Logan Switz. and you are?" Logan put his hand out and offered a hand shake in the others direction.

₍₍...₎₎ A/N: 809 words
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