This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 24

There is nothing more painful the knowing you hurt someone else with your own self-destruction.

The common room was filled with the kind of silence that would try to suffocate you.

The kind which would wrap around your heart and lungs, slowly squeezing until they stopped functioning properly.

Yes, the room was dead silent as I watched with some sort of sick fascination how the sobbing and trembling Thomas tried to cover up the scar he had just made with a dozen bandages, some having animal prints on them while others had the weird, skin-toned colour people assigned to them.

Being Thomas' worry and fear, I also resembled his hurt. Meaning that whenever he trips and gets a wound, I will get the scar, leaving the rest with perfectly smooth skin and me with lots of foundation to cover the small wounds from scratched open acne Thomas had gained throughout the years.

This was also the reason I had never left my room without covering my arms and legs as much as possible.

I rolled up my sleeve to see a white line started slowly appearing just below the point where the joints came together. I examined the scar, surprised at how deep it appeared to be. the skin seemed stretched as if it had had a hard time recovering or had been opened by movement or force a couple of times.

But after this incident he would not hurt himself again, would he?

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There are many words one could use to describe the state our host was dwelling in at this very moment.

Some might say he seemed blue. Others with a better eye for detail would call it broken or depressed.

Even being the owner of this information I did not inform the other traits about his dangerous behaviour.

Roman would blame Virgil and I do not want to risk the 68% chance we had of him physically harming the darker trait for not feeling well.

Patton is a completely different sort.

The fatherly trait would most definitely start bawling his eyes out, resulting in Thomas feeling blue which we can not afford in his current state of being. He might also do something irrational and I do not want to risk the dangerously high chance of 4% of him trying to comfort Thomas by convincing him to buy a mammal of any sorts, a dog seemed to have the highest chance. A golden retriever if I'm not mistaken.

Virgil, well... I do think the main cause of this misery is fully aware of what he has been doing. But it appears he entered some kind of addictive stage in which he is not capable of stopping himself to conflict mental harm on himself and ultimately physical one to Thomas.

Patton had asked me many times, exactly 2.4 times a day, to check the stats for any in- or decrease in the mood within our host's mind.

I sadly must admit that these were the times I broke my promise to myself and told the enormously worried trait that our host was doing fine. the two only screens showing how Thomas was acting were hung in my room, I had installed it myself, and the one in the common room. Fortunately for me, roman and Patton hardly ever walked into those two exact places making the problem easier to hide.

I knew that statistically speaking, Thomas' morality not knowing about this issue would lead to some other problems or worsen the current state of being of our host, but we simply could not afford to have Patton literally screaming at us throughout the whole day.

Later on, the exact day Joan had discovered Thomas' wounds, I would realize we had made a fatal mistake by trying to not include Patton in these discussions I had been having with myself.

But at that point, the mistakes had already been made, blood had already been shed and tears had already stained the carpet.