This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 25

I will not go into any details of the events that took place between the day Thomas made his first mistake and the day Joan was sobbing and bawling their eyes out, holding an arm full of copies of that exact mistake.

I will not elaborate about the times Logan had walked in on me trying to fix the newly made cuts Thomas had left behind. The logical trait not making eye contact while silently bandaging me up, me always representing the whines that would try to escape from behind my lips.

The only thing he had said to me in those moments was 'try to repress the urge, for his sake.'

That time I was left with six deep cuts across my arm. Thomas and I myself had been feeling extremely bad that day and he had not been able to control himself.

I will not speak about the many times Patton had asked me how I was doing, about the many lies I told him.

I will not speak about how Roman seemed to despise me even more as he did before he had gotten to know me properly.

The thing you are curious about most definitely is what had happened after Joan had discovered the things I had done to his friend.

Well, I hate to tell you but unfortunately, it did not get better for me.

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"Pat, we need to talk."

Logan had just come back from one of his nightly trips to wherever he went and looked as if he was about to burst into tears, a thing that was extremely worrying as this lovely being normally did not like showing any kind of emotion.

"Sure, what's wrong Lo, should I make tea?"

"Actually, I need you to come with me for a moment... love"

As you see it's quite difficult for the logical side to show affection.

It had always made me blush to know he was trying his very best to show me that he did care about me.

I nodded, getting on my feet and grabbing Logan's hand, a smile flashed across my face as I felt his body shiver at the contact for a moment before practically melting his hand in mine.

He rolled his eyes at the sight of my Spongebob pyjama bottoms I was wearing.

We walked out of the room, down the hallway, stopped in front of Roman's room, knocked, a very confused and lightly blushing Roman asked us what was going on, clinging to the towel wrapping around his waist for dear life, his hair dripping wet and his eyes moving towards the robe hanging from the door every few seconds.

After a small argument resulting in a now grumpy Roman to follow us, a bright red, fuzzy robe now covering his bare chest and everything else Logan probably knew the scientific name of.

We followed the logical trait into the centre.

The room was dark, a very faint purple glow illuminating the darkness.

The light appeared to erupt from the body of the peacefully sleeping Virgil; his hair falling into his face, his makeup gone completely except the slight hint of eyeshadow making every flaw visible.

His hoodie had been thrown aside, snuggled up underneath a blanket, one arm poking out from underneath the covers. His usual long-sleeved shirt had been replaced by a grey t-shirt exposing his pale arms. Exposing the flawed skin. Exposing-

I gasped, my hands clasping in front of my mouth as I watched how Virgil shoot up as if he had gotten a shock, his arms wrapped around his knees making the old and new marks shattered across the entire underarm painfully visible.

"Why-"

One word escaped from behind my lips. One out of millions I had liked to ask him. But that one word seemed to be enough as he looked at me for a split second, his eyes widening in shock and his arms getting covered with the soft fabric of the blanket as a look that could only be called 'guilt' made itself onto the others face.

"This is what I was wanting to discuss with the two of you.

Now that Thomas' friends are aware of his behaviour they will most likely force him to get help.

I want to prevent that from happening."