The Bad Guy (a Prinxiety fanfic)

I sit in my room, staring up at the black ceiling, laying on my black bedsheets. I feel as if the world is crashing down on me. Today, something really bad happened and I've been thinking about it ever since, over and over again. I just can't get it out of my mind. It's impossible. It's attached to my brain like a parasite. And it makes me want to cry.

*Flashback*

I stand in the kitchen, grabbing myself a pancake that Patton made. I pour syrup and cinnamon all over it and sit down with my silverware and cranberry juice. I start eating with Patton but I'm interrupted by an angry Roman.

"What the hell did you do now?!"

I look up at him in confusion. "What do you mean? I didn't do anything." I take another bite of my breakfast.

Roman slams his fists down on the table, making me jump back in surprise. Anger burns within his eyes, shooting through my soul like lasers. "You know what," he says through gritted teeth.

I shake my head, silently terrified inside. "No, Roman, I honestly don't. So just tell me what else I 'did wrong'."

He points his accusing finger at me. "Because of you, Thomas hardly got any sleep last night and he had a rehearsal for a Disney show today. He failed it because he didn't get any sleep. Now he's upset. YOU ALWAYS FUCK EVERYTHING UP, DON'T YOU?!"

I drop my silverware and say calmly, "I'm not the reason he didn't sleep. I didn't do anything. In fact, I went to bed early last night, so get off my back."

Roman clenches his hands into fists, his teeth grinding against each other. "Ya know, things were so much better here without you. If you just died, disappeared, I don't care! All that matters is that you're gone."

I stare at him in shock and despair. I gulp. "I know one way to get rid of me."

Patten pipes up. "Now, kiddos, maybe we should tone it down-"

Roman interrupts him with hope in his eyes. "And how is that?"

I look at him in seriousness. "Convincing Thomas to take anxiety pills." My insides scream and cry at the thought of Roman and Thomas wanting to get rid of me.

Roman smirks evilly. "I'll go tell Thomas and Logan then." He turns around but says one last thing before he goes. "If he does take the pills, I hope they kill you." And those words stung like a knife in the heart.

*end of flashback*

I wipe away the pathetic tears and sit up, pulling down the sleeves on my sweatshirt. We don't need the others to know what I do under there. I stand up and open my door, and walk downstairs to get something to eat. I haven't been out of my room for a few hours and my stomach is screaming for me to devour something, so I probably should.

I open the fridge and grab a can of Brisk and some chocolate coffee house ice cream. I start to head out of the kitchen, but Logan's voice stops me.

"Virgil, may I talk to you for a few minutes?"

I turn around and sigh. I really don't want to socialize right now, but I nod reluctantly anyways. "Sure." I follow him to the island and we both sit down. Logan clears his throat and speaks first.

"I wanted to talk to you about Thomas."

"What about Thomas?" Is it about him taking anxiety pills? Oh God, I hope not. I'm not mentally prepared right now.

He sighs. "Would it be okay with you if Thomas took anxiety pills?" Shit.

But then an idea comes to me. Since no one gives a fuck about me, maybe the anxiety pills will kill me and I can finally be free. So with hope in my heart and mind, I say, "No, I don't mind." I snort. "I don't care at all."

Logan nods. "Good because Thomas just took some a few minutes ago."

My eyes darken. They decided without telling me? Wow. What assholes. But then, what can I say? This is for me and Thomas' and the other sides benefit. Their annoyance of me will be gone and they can be free without a nuisance and my pain and suffering of loneliness will end. Perfect. What a perfect plan.

"Can I leave now?"

Logan nods. "Yes, you may go."

I grab my drink and food and head upstairs. I lock my door and sit on the floor, crack open the Brisk can and start to eat my ice cream. Might as well eat my favorite food before I die.

I take a sip of my Brisk and after a few minutes, I start to feel a pain in my chest. I drop my drink, spilling it all over my rug. I clutch my chest, my heart rate picking up. I gulp in air, feeling myself suffocate. But as soon as it came, it stopped. I gulp in oxygen and smile to myself.

My idea is working.

The pills are killing me, the problem, the bad guy.

The Disorder.