Between Dreams | Sander Sides Story

Chapter 4

(Anxiety/Virgil POV)

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. The blinds were drawn closed as they usually were, denying any light from entering. I curled up on my bed. My sheets laid on the floor. They were contaminated. Everything felt contaminated. I spent a good hour scrubbing my body raw. What I was trying to rid myself of was up to debate. I had no clue.

I tore the ebony sheets off my mattress. I removed the cover of my duvet. A pile of all my bedding was created at the edge of my bed. They flooded my room and covered all the once exposed floor. I collapsed onto it and gazed at the roof. White speckles on my roof made it appear like a starry night. Sometimes I thought I saw them twinkle.

I allowed my mind to take me far away from here but first it had to subject me to everything I had done wrong in my entire existence. My eyes grew heavy and I allow myself to drift off. I couldn't make Thomas' life miserable as the others would put it, so what was the point in staying awake?

It was twelve when I finally awoke. I had no idea what had happened while I was asleep. My stomach begged for food. My arms flail out reaching for something to use to help me stand. I went to my door. My eyes fixated on the golden doorknob. My hand trembled over it. If I was caught outside I would be shoved back in my room, I thought. Since when was that a bad thing. I loved my room. Loved. It seemed bleak these days. Lacking something but what? I pulled my hand away from the door. A rested myself on the side of the bed that wasn't pressed against the wall.

I haven't been in my room for what seemed like years even though it has only been a few days. I studied the room. What made the room seem so different?

A tapping on the door startled me. Quiet and almost inaudible but still loud enough to stand out in the dead silence. I door turned and Roman's face appeared in the doorway. I never gave him permission to open the door but I'll let this on slide. I gesture for him to come in. He smiled.

"I'm sorry about earlier, I should have left after taking you to your room." He apologised. "I did try to go but your grip was surprisingly strong."

"Don't worry about it" I stared down at my feet. We sat in silence for an awkward amount of time. "So, what idiot is replacing me?"

"Uh... me"

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean that you are an-"

"I get it" he stopped me.

The silence picked itself up again. It lasted for longer than before. Neither of us knew what to say. He decided to leave before either of us could make it more awkward. As he went to leave my hand pulled him back. He stared at me and I at him. I didn't tell my arm to do that. Did I do that subconsciously?

"Can you stay with me?" I said with a slight smile.

I couldn't believe I said that and neither could he. He sat back down on the bed. Neither of us spoke for five minutes. We both avoided eye contact. Roman managed to shuffle backwards. I hadn't noticed him move until he was against the wall. I layed back and ended up resting my head on his lap. Instivaly I jolted back up on contact but he told me it was okay if I wanted to do it. Hesitantly, I layed back down. He was so comfortable. He brushed his hand through my hair as I began to drift off to sleep. I felt relaxed. This was what was missing.

(Princey/ Roman POV)

He was so cute. He reminded me of a kitten nuzzled up on my lap. He didn't seem to mind when I ran my hand through his hair. From his facal expressions it seemed to relax him. He even had a smile on his face. It seemed genuine unlike his usual forced smile. I don't think he noticed he was smiling. When he normally smiled he tries to hide it.

His right hand tugged on my sash. At this point, I don't think he was awake. I found myself dozing off soon after he did. Before I dozed off I adjusted my position so I was lying on the bed. The wall was messing with my back.

"Roman, Roman?" A voice asked.

My eyes focused on the land around me. I could see long strands of grass that blocked half of my view. A woman sat down in front of me. Her had long curly red locks and piercing blue eyes. I recognised her. She was dressed in a similar outfit to my own except her's was inverted. The wind blew her hair in her face. He brushed it aside. Everything felt so real.

"Are you alright? You spaced out for a second." The woman said.

I felt my forehead. My head was burning. I was sweating furiously. I dabbed my forehead with my sash. The woman looked worried. She shuffled closer and inspected me closer. She pulled away my hand and used a cloth she had with her to dry my head.

"Thank you Melissa" I said.

"How about we have some fun tonight?" she tried to distract me from my hot flash. It seemed to be a weird tactic but it seemed to work. I had no idea what was happening to me. I don't think I was in any medical book. Logic would know but he wasn't here.

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"How about we go to a club? Maybe you can try to find someone" She suggested.

"I couldn't do that. I am saving myself for someone but I'm not sure if they feel the same way"

"You could get anyone, You're the prince. Who is this person? I'll talk some sense into them"

"Well, his name is Virgil"

Her eyes widen, "Virgil... Not this again"

"What?"

"I thought you were over this" She said. "He isn't real"

"What?" I repeated myself.

"You made him up years ago"

"No, I was with him only a few minutes ago"

"When you were spaced out" she raised her brow. Her voice dropped to a whisper as if she was talking to herself, "I should have known. You haven't been the same since..."

"Since when?"

"No, I won't talk about it." She began to tear up. "You weren't the only one affected by it!"

Melissa stood up and grabbed her backpack and sword.

"You haven't moved on either?" I said gathering my stuff.

"Of course not, she was my sister"

In all this time I forgot that it was Melissa's sister who was missing not my... This was all my fault. I should never have left her side that night. If I never left her the dragon-witch wouldn't have gotten her. She would still be alive and her sister wouldn't still be searching. I could never tell her that she was wasting her time. The girl was already gone.

"Melissa!" I called for the woman who had already started to head off. "The club sounds like a great idea"

She smiled slightly. It was forced like her sister's smiles. Like Virgil's.

My eyes scanned my surroundings. No grassy fields, no sunlight, no Melissa. I sat up making Anxiety fall off me. I had to go and think. I get up to go when I heard a croaky voice.

"Where are you going?" It was Virgil.

(Anxiety/ Virgil POV)

He stood there in silence. I grew anxious when he didn't respond. He was spaced out. Something I did far too often but Princey never. I got in front of his view. His head drooped. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him as I spoke. His eyes didn't move to focus on me. They remained fazed out.

When I couldn't gain his attention, my panic strengthened. I could only think of one thing. I felt bad for doing this but I charged out of the room. I speed down the hall and banged on Patton's door. I cried out his name. They got more painful and drew out longer. Patton eventually got to the door. He adjusted his glasses as he looked at me. He could tell I was frightened.

"It's Princey, he's acting weird"

A/N: I wrote this but I haven't edited it so if you notice anything be free to correct me. Posts with either become less frequent or more frequent depending on school and my tolerance to do work.