anxiety can't take it (sanders sides) UNDERGOING EDITING

Hunger For Death, Thirst For Pain

Trigger Warning: cutting, swearing mentions of blood.

Virgil's P.O.V.

    It's been a week. A week since prince found out. A week since I last spoke to him. A week since I was the average wieght for someone my age. I have gotten paler, thinner and weaker. The only friends that I have are the pills in my bathroom, the bed, and the blades I kept on a high shelf. I almost miss the times when nobody cared. Those were times when I would feel no pain. I pull up my sleeve where my scars have almost healed.

Maybe....Maybe if I did it again...... Maybe I would be happier. I thought.

   I took the chair from that was next to my study table and placed it next to the shelf so I could reach and picked up the shinny piece of metal and went back to my bed. I didn't hesitate.

One cut. Two cuts. Three cuts. Four.

Come on, Anxy. Whats one more?

Five cuts. Six cuts. Seven cuts. Eight.

No one can save you. Its far too late.

Nine cuts. Ten cuts. Eleven cuts. Twelve.

You'll never put me back on that shelf.

Thirteen cuts. Fourteen cuts. Fifteen cuts. Sixteen.

Poor princey. You didn't have to be so mean.

    I was about to make a seventeenth cut but there was a knock at the door. The crimson red was leaking out of my arms and staining my  purple duvet. I was panicking.

"Anxiety? Are you in there?" The voice asked

Fuck. It's Patton. Fuck.

"Y-y-yeah"

"Its dinner time, kiddo. You have to eat."

"I-Im not hungry." I lied. I was actually starving. I eat every day but I dont eat much.

"Kiddo, you're getting thinner and thinner. We need you to eat something."

"J-j-just give me a minute or two."

"Okay, buddy. I'll be expecting you at the table."

     I hear his footsteps getting softer and softer until they are too soft for me to hear them. I rush to my bathroom and grab bandages, a rag, and a pale that is half full of water. I wrapped my arms in the bandages and I went back to my bed to clean up.

    After I was done, I put everything away and went down the hall to the kitchen. When I got there, everyone was already finishing up.

"I thought you were going to eat with us." Patton said

"I thought so too. Since you guys are done, I'll just head back to my room and I-"

"Oh no no no no no no. We are all staying at this table until you empty your plate." I knew not to mess with him.

"But-"

"No buts except yours on that chair." He said pointing at a chair next to Roman.

I walked over to my chair and sat down. I looked at my plate and it was full. There were green beans, thin cuts of steak and mashed potatoes and gravy. I pushed it away from me.

"Virgil, you have to eat." Roman said sounding concerned.

"I dont wanna."

     Roman took my fork and knife and he cut a bite sized piece of the steak. He set the knife down and took the fork. He stabbed the bite sized piece of steak and a green bean.

"V, here comes the airplane. Nerrrrnrrrrr." He cooed.

"You are an idiot"

"Yes. But I am an idiot trying to save you from starving."

"Whatever." I opened my mouth and let him feed me. It was kinda annoying but at least I wasnt hungry anymore.

"Good job, Roman. You made him finish his food." Patton congradulated.

   I quickly stood up to walk back to my room but prince asked me something that made me mentally want to curse.

"Why are you jacket sleeves leaking red?"

"Uhhhh"