Unstable || Prinxiety

Chapter 13

(Roman's POV)

Song: Sick Boy - The Chainsmokers

To say that Virgil was acting strangely would be the understatement of the century. He'd come out the meeting with eyes full of conflict, and the moment I saw him I'd known that it'd gone badly. Very badly. 

The more I thought about the events that may have happened, the more confused and frustrated I got. I was a Prince, surely he could tell me what happened right? There'd been no complaints submitted to Logan on my behalf. In fact I'd done my best to give Virgil a glowing report, which leads me to think that someone outside complained. One of the other sides. But now he was in his bathroom, the only place that gave him privacy, and he refused to come out. After a solid 10 minutes of knocking, I figured that I'd have to just wait. So here I am, standing on tingling and tired legs 3 hours later, hoping that he'll come out soon. The chair in the corner looks so painfully inviting, but I know the moment I sat down he'd come out and I'd miss his exit. I needed to block this doorway to make sure.

"What could he possibly be doing in there?" I wondered to myself more in concern than curiosity. I could hear the shower running, almost completely drowned out by the loud music he was playing, and hoped to God that he was just relaxing rather than... I don't even want to think the words. Anything could be happening under the noise of the music and I'd never know. At any rate, I was more than concerned and was seriously considering breaking down the door if he didn't come out soon. And that's when I heard it. Virgil started singing to the music, loud drunken shouts that caused me to jump out of my very skin. It was such a contrast to his sweet, melodious, angelic voice that I instantly banged my fist against the door, trying to budge the solid frame open. Virgil's voice crept higher, breaking in a show of pure sorrow mixed with tones of bitter regret. He stopped abruptly when he heard me at the door, turning his shouts to me now. 

"You want to come in, do you Roman? Do you want to see me at my worst, mock and judge me like everyone else here does? Well be my guest," he shouted in a broken voice, throwing open the door and allowing me to enter. I found him slumped on the floor, head in his hands and shoulders shaking. There were empty bottles of alchol on the floor scatted disorderly around him - he'd been drinking. I looked into his eyes, ones full of regret, sadness, and confusion, and I didn't even get time to wonder where he got the alcohol from before he was standing shakily next to me. What had happened in that meeting to leave him like this? He faced himself in the mirror, his eyes searching for something in his reflection with a desparation I'd never seen before. He was overwhelmed, overwhelmed by everything. Something had happened during the meeting, and whatever it was, it was eating away at him. As he locked eyes with his reflection, something inside him seemed to click, and his hand shot out, meeting his reflection with a sickening thud as bloody shards of glass flew onto the counter. He's lost it. Virgil's breathing was fast, his chest moving heavily with each intake and he continued so sing with a broken voice. Is he going insane? I looked at his hand, worried to see that his knuckles were swollen and pierced with tiny shards of glass from the mirror, yet he didn't even notice the pain. 

He needed help, and I was going to do everything in my power to give it to him.