This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 3

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"Oh my god, Virgil?! wake up please, come on!"

I had left the conversation as soon as I had realized the look on the others face as he sunk back into the mind-palace. Lost.

I knew that look way too well, Thomas had always had that lost and broken look to him whenever he had an anxiety attack. But Virgil... for some reason he had looked as if the feeling of being lost had almost drowned him and he was struggling to hold his head above the surface. 

It had taken me a few minutes before I came to realize what this meant and I yelled at Roman and Logan to look out for Thomas as I sunk back into the mind-palace. Right in front of Virgil's door.

At first, it was quiet. It seemed as if I had sunken down into an ocean and everything seemed peaceful for a little while. Then I heard it. Quiet sobs came floating through the door as if they had been waiting just behind the dark wood to greet me. Quiet oh so broken sobs as if the person producing that noise was on the verge of breaking apart completely.

That's when the screams started. I must say I was pounding my fist against the wooden door by that point and my eyes had already started watering as a loud, raw scream crashed the silence in the hallway.  Screams of terror and pain and fear and everything hurtful shattered my heart into tiny pieces and made my pointless banging turn into pounding and kicking against the door.

After one particularly loud scream, I threw my whole body weight against the wood and the door flew open, making me fall to the cold, hard wooden floor.

There he was. 
Virgil was lying curled up into a ball on his floor, his whole body shaking, hands grabbing his jacket and pressing into his stomach as if he had been wounded there. His hair was laying on his forehead in wet strands and his eyes were shut tight as if he was trying to hide from the world.

I just stood there. Not being able to process a single thing that was happening I watched as his eyes fluttered open to look at me for a split second and he opened his mouth the slightest bit to whisper the one word that would send me over the edge.

"Help"

I ran towards his now completely still form. His body looked so incredibly small and fragile as if I would be able to break it with the lightest touch. I carefully picked him up, trying my very best not to let him fall onto the floor I walked towards the door, tears now freely falling and making tiny wet drops on his jacket, darkening the lilac shade it had been painted with. 

"Ro- Roman? Logan? Please... Please help me. I can't" I slowly made my way back to the others who, as I realized the moment I had popped up again, were trying to help Joan with calming down the uncontrollable sobbing Thomas who had wrapped himself up in his friend's arms.

"Roman..." My breathing was quick and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold Virgil any longer. The Fencible side turned around and looked at our situation: I most definitely had an enormous amount of eyeshadow underneath my eyes which made the tears even more visible. Virgil had never been paler and his eyeshadow was almost fully black, his face still twisted into one of incredible amounts of pain and fear and a single tear still balancing on his left cheek. 

"Help" I muttered and just as my knees were about to give in under the weight of his body Roman took the weight off of my tired arms and looked at me with a confused look before sinking back into the mind-palace. 

"I'll take care of mister doomsday, you help Logan to calm Thomas down okay? Take care, Patton."