Cuts (polysanders)

Chapter 4

[depression's pov]

Just another normal afternoon. The other four are fighting, again. Honestly, I love watching them unless things get out of hand. Which the Prince almost always makes happen, like he is now.

"Virgil, you are a disorder, a disruption in normal, healthy functioning. We definitely  don't need you, and Thomas sure as hell doesn't either!" Roman yelled at the already shaking Virgil. 

Virgil, being the embodiment of anxiety, couldn't handle it and ran off. I glared at Roman, what an idiot, and ran after him. I slowly walk into his room as not to alarm him. I kinda hate being in his room. Everything is so small. Probably because Virgil is five foot four and I'm a foot taller than him. Oh well, I'm still going in there to help him. (a/n I know that Thomas is like five foot ten but it's fanfiction so dwi)

"Virg, you have to listen to me, okay?" I told him, crouching down to his level. He nods, slowly sliding down the wall. His eyes were filling up with panic but he wasn't having an attack yet.

"You're not having an attack. Just listen to my voice and do what I say. Can you do that?" I asked. He nods again.

"Good. For now all I need you to do is breathe. I know it's a hard thing for you to do, but I will help you. I want you to take a deep breath, in through your nose" I tell him. He takes a deep breathe.

"Can you feel the air filling up your lungs? It starts to fill up your lower lungs then your upper lungs" I asked. He nods, visibly relaxing.

"Great, now hold this breath in" I instructed. He nods once more and holds the breath in. "Hold it in for as long as I count, then release for seven. Hold, two, three, four."

"Now release" I said. He does as I say. When he is done, he slowly opened his eyes to look at me. "How are you feeling, Virg?"

"Um b-better" He stuttered out. I nod.

"That's good" I told him. I notice him looking longingly at the room next to us, the bathroom.

"Hey, do whatever you want when I'm gone, but don't go dying on me okay?" I tell him, putting a hand over his.

"Okay, thanks so much dee" He said quietly.

"Anytime Virg, I should take my leave now" I said. I leave his room, but not before giving him a small smile. I may or may not have a soft spot for that small child. (a/n if I stopped at 'child' then this would've been 420 words) The others have bashed him down similar to what they did to me. I don't think they understand what they have done.

One day, the world will learn that words hurt. 

It's a little short, sorry. I also may or may not be procrastinating Roman's chapter, and I don't know why. Also, if haven't listened to slowtown by Twenty One Pilots, go do that. Well anyways, thanks for reading. Comment, vote, whatever.

-SoftxRacoon