If you love me, let me in (Prinxiety)

Chapter 12

A/n do you guys even listen to songs? You should. I reference them through out the chapter.

Virgil's Pov

"Hey verge, what are these?" He asks, flipping through something

My notebooks. Not my notebooks.

"No, don't look through those" I lung at him, he swiftly dodges

"Are theses songs?"

"Yeah" I say defeated. I know what battle are worth fighting.

"Why'd you write them?"

"Coping mechanism" he just looked confused. "My world was lonely, so the pen and paper were my two best friends. The sad songs understood me"

"Why didn't you tell us? We could've of gotten rid of these demons"

"All of my demons are kicking and screaming but I'll never leave them behind. Yeah, maybe I'm crazy but don't try to save me"

"Okay, now you're just quoting songs"

*sighs* "I know, its just always been easier for me to communicate through song. They help say the things I can't'

"Ok, sure" Oh, now he was getting on my nerves. (a/n it took me 5 tries to spell nerves, help me) 

"Oh, tell me I'm outta my mind, give me a sign. Take it one step at a time"

"How much could this have helped? You couldn't have survived this on your own"

"They helped me know it's gonna be fine. Open your eyes, shut up and give it a try"

"I'm so sorry, I could of tried to help. But now I guess all I can do is try to understand"

"That sounds good"

"Understanding ..?" he was asking for my name. Dee said to let him in. I should tell him.

"Virgil, my names Virgil"

"That's a beautiful name" Why does everyone but me like my name?

"Can I look at more, Verge" Verge, Dee called me that. Now, princey calls me that.

"Sure, as long as you don't tell anyone"

He pulls another notebook out of the pile. Something silver falls to the ground. Oh no, I forgot.

"Virgil, is that a razor blade?" Oh no, I've always been kinda proud of my scars, but he's gonna see them and think I'm ugly. I'm horrible. I'm sick. (a/n our brains are sick but that's okay)

"Virgil"

"Your words like knives, they could cut me open" I took off my hoodie, i'm not ashamed, "but all my scars prove that I fought my way through"

"Oh god, verge" He ran his fingers over the thousands of scars that covered my arms

"Are there more?" I just nodded

"Show me"

"I can't, isn't this enough"

"Verge, let me in. I want to help" I lift my shirt. There's only a few on my torso

"You're so thin, I can see your ribs. You're eating breakfast with us every morning."

"Okay" I says, putting my shirt and hoodie back on, "But that's not all"

"What? Verge. How long have we done this to you?"

"I don't think I remember a time when I didn't feel like this"

He's crying. "You always seem so unfazed. I've never heard you cry before"

"I acted that way for a reason. I hoped you didn't care enough to look through that cracks in my walls"

"You wouldn't need wall if I didn't send an army of harsh words your way. Can I see the rest?"

"If I didn't put walls up, you wouldn't be inclined to keep attacking. Yeah, you can see the rest" I pull off my skinny jeans, showing my pale skin that was covered in thin red lines.

"have you ever realized how beautiful you are?" he clamped his hands over his mouth. His cheeks were as red as my scars.

"You think I'm pretty, sir sings-a-lot?"

"No, I said beautiful Hot Topic"

"You think I'm hot?" Teasing him was fun. He looked equally embarrassed and furious. 

"Hey kiddos, breakfast is ready"

"Let's go eat emo nightmare"

'let's go eat emo nightmare', huh. I guess that's the new thing. Maybe Princey is the new thing.

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Look at that prinxiety. Aren't you proud? Angsty fluff is just the thing to fix a broken heart. Well anyways, thanks for reading. Comment, vote, whatever.

-SoftxRacoon