If you love me, let me in (Prinxiety)

Chapter Two

Virgil's Pov

Logan yelled at me. Again. He doesn't care, no one does. Well, Patton does. He always left me water bottles in that random drop box attached to my room. He did it more frequently after he found out I didn't eat and wouldn't eat anything he left.  Why did he care? He shouldn't.

Logan's right
Bedroom or bathroom?
Bathroom
Why do they hate me?
Why would they like you?

Why do I do this?
Because you know you should
Maybe I should be done with this
Maybe you should
What's the point in living?
There is none

(a/n I literally just had this conversation and this is the inspiration for this chapter)

I pull up my sleeves and look at my arms

Too many scars
What to do?

Make another part of your body uglier

I lift up my shirt. You can see my ribs and my skin is too thin. Not a good location.

Your legs
Yeah, my thighs are good, no one will see them

They already saw your arm

Yeah and they don't care
They never cared

You care

As much as I can 

It's your job

And you do yours and everyone hate you for it
I deserve it
Maybe you do, maybe you don't
The thin blade touches my skin. I use the corner to cut my thighs. Part of me loves watching the red blood bead up on my skin. Surface tension, I think.

. . .

One thigh is enough, bandage up
Okay
Good boy

I get up and grab the bandages. I take my time. I take too much time.

"What did I say about spending more time than necessary?"

"Don't do it"

"Exactly, can't you do anything right?"

I know what's coming. He sits me down and pushes hard on my fresh cuts.

"Virgil, just listen to me" he was on the verge of tears, "I hate doing this"

"I know, I'll try harder" he releases the pressure and lies me down on my bed.

"You should eat"

"No, I'm too fat"

"No, you're too thin"

"What?"

"They'll think you're a freak if they see how thin you are"

"What about you? You're just as thin, if not thinner"

"We're broken, we're broken people"

"At least we're broken together"

"Let's go eat,love"

-location change to . . . the kitchen-

Dee, who was carrying me bridal style, pulled out a chair and sat me down.

"You didn't need to do that"

"You're to weak to stand in front of me, there's no need for you to try to be so cool"

"I guess you already know everything" I say, falling deeper into this realization, "I don't know why I'm trying to hide my soul, you're the only one who knows it. I don't know why I could lie, there's a screen on my chest"