I'm Not Always the Bad Guy

The Hero

Virgil POV

I wake up in an unfamiliar room, with bright lights. I try to sit up instantly regretting it. My head feels like it's going to explode. I look around and realize that I'm in the commons, wait the commons I never fall asleep in the commons. Everything that happened comes back in a blur. I lay back down to calm my head down a bit. I hear someone open the door and I pretend to sleep, I was in no condition to deal with people let alone personalities.

"Anxiety? Are you awake?" it was Princey, Why would he want to talk to me? "What happened to you?" I feel him grab my hand rubbing his thumb on the back of it. What is he talking about. "Who would do this to you?" I feel him move his hands to my face tracing a rather painful black eye I had gotten from Logan a while back, I try to contain a wince and only succeed half way, he pulls his hand back immediately. "This will never happen to you again, I promise." and with that he leaves. You shouldn't make a promise you can't keep, even you should know that Ro-princey.

I curl up and accidentally fall asleep again.

"Logan what are you doing" I ask terrified.

"Anxiety, don't you know logic will always beat anxiety, I need to suppress you or else Thomas will be miserable." he raises his fist and begins hitting and kicking

"What did I do wrong? Logan please it hurts!" I cry

"You want to know what you did wrong, you were created and you will never belong here." he scoffs as he walks out leaving me in my room sobbing.

I wake up to someone gently shaking me as I'm crying. I sit up and grab the person and pull them into a hug clinging to them like a life-line, they hug back tracing soothing circles on my back.

"Shh, there there, breathe, there you go. In and out in and out" it was Princey but I didn't care. I clung to him tightly, it felt nice, and he was so warm. After a few minutes I finally calmed down. He looks down at me (with me still clinging to him) "Do you want to talk about it?" I grip tighter and shake my head no. "Ok you don't have to, but if you ever want to I'll be there to listen, ok?" I nod. "Alright, you want me to walk you back to your room?" I nod again letting go.

Roman POV

I carefully help him off the couch and to his room, the whole time him not letting go of my hand of me or saying a word to me until we got to his door. He lets go shakely and looks up, he looks so frightened.

"Thanks Roman." he immediately turns his attention back to the floor. I pull him into a quick hug, he hugs back, soon he releases and closes his door so I turn and head back to my own room.

He called me Roman, why?