Depression -Prinxiety/Logicality-

Family Drama

Sofia's POV:

I stand in front of Virgil's black door, waiting for the perfect moment to start.

"Where's Roman?" I hear Virgil say from the other side of the door. Lets get this party started.

Virgil's POV:

"Oh my God!" I open the door to see Sofia standing there, staring at me.

"Hey big bro. Whatcha doing?" She was in her period look so I new something was up.

"Nothing. I was just on my way to look for Roman." She smirks at my answer. I'm immediately worried.

"What did you do to him?" I asked raising my voice.

"Oh nothing really. Just told him the truth." She said innocently.

"What truth." I was basically growling with anger. She looks at me like I'm stupid.

"Well that he doesn't deserve you of course."

"What?!" Why would she say that?

"Well to be honest, you don't deserve him either. He's a strong, independent, prince. While you on the other hand, are a weak, sad, emo. Just a sad thing that spends all its time worrying about what other people think." I blink in surprise. She called me a thing. I felt the back of my eyes stinging from holding back my tears. I couldn't let her see that she got to me.

But she did get to me. *sigh* She's right, I am weak. I breakdown at the first insult. Why would Prince love me? I'm not happy, I'm not brave, I'm not even nice to him. I don't deserve someone as perfect as him.... WAIT!

"UUUGGH, STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!" I snap. She glares at me and steps forward.

"No. You need to recognize the truth, realize you will never be happy." She closed the door, and we were now standing in the middle of my room.

"You need to remember the past." She grabs my arm, and my room disappears. My mind now being filled by the worst moments of my life.

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The first time I was beat up.

"Show him to not mess with us." The boy on the left said to the leader. The leader smirks and punches me in the gut. I fall, only to be kicked in the face by him. The other boys start laughing. The boy on the right stomps on my arm breaking it. I scream in pain. "Shut up!" The boy on the left kicks my rib cage. I groan in pain. I can barely breathe at this point. The leader then grabs me by the collar of shirt and pulls me up. "If we see you again. I won't hesitate to finish what they started." I nod hard. He lets go, and I fall to the ground. They laugh and leave.

When I was bullied for my sexuality.

"Hey Virgil, how's it like being a faggot?" A boy yelled from behind me. Everyone within hearing range started laughing at me and calling me names.

"Gay"
"Faggot"
"Weak"
"Loser"
"Loner"

And if that wasn't bad enough.

"Like sucking dick?" Everyone laughs even harder. I feel the tears in my eyes. I run to the bathroom still being told things.

"Awww, is he gonna cry?"
"He really is weak!"
"Gonna hide in the restroom like you hid in the closet?"

The first time I cut.

I can't take the names anymore. My family doesn't support me, I don't have any friends, and they come up with new names everyday. I don't want to live anymore.