Unstable || Prinxiety

Chapter 14

(Roman's POV)

Song: Disappear - Dear Evan Hansen (Cover)

"Thomas!" I shouted, appearing next to him suddenly. I tried to mask how sick I was feeling, but nothing I could do would calm the shaking of my hands. I needed to tell someone. About Virgil. But my throat refused to open. I was screaming, at least inside my head, but it was if my body completely refused to speak. I clenched my fist as I tried to calm down, tried to stop the waves of shock echoing through my head.

Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to speak. Virgil wasn't safe. He could be doing anything.

"Virgil, he..." I began, my voice cracking as I went. I started again, cursing myself for being so flustered by this. I needed to keep my cool. By now Thomas was concerned, to say the least, with his hands on my shoulders to hold me steady. I didn't even realize that I was losing balance.

"Virgil has lost it, Thomas. He's acting like - I don't know how to describe it!" I panted, getting more upset by the second. "He was in the bathroom -- he was drunk -- and then something seemed to just snap."

"Oh God, I should have known," Thomas whispered, "I've been feeling off recently, like I'm falling..." his voice trailed off as he inhaled sharply, as if in pain. Virgil. Without losing a beat, I grabbed Thomas' arm, tugging him into my mindscape. I had no idea if Thomas could even enter with me, would it harm him? I hoped I wasn't making things worse.

We appeared in Virgil's room, and Thomas looked like he was about to throw up. I looked at the clock; it'd been about an hour since the incident in the bathroom. Where did the time go? It took me a moment to get my bearings, but as soon as I did, I knew something was off. The room -- it looked the same as when I'd left it -- but it was silent. Deathly silent. The smell of alcohol assaulted my senses as I reluctantly stepped towards the bathroom door, sure that I was mere seconds away from fainting. I braced myself for whatever was behind the doors before I turned the knob.

At first, it seemed normal. The room was clean, the taps turned off, the mirror -- although still smashed -- gleaming and whole with not a piece of glass in sight. There were no alcohol bottles on the floor, nothing to show of Virgil's meltdown just moments before. It was hard to believe that this was the same room.

"Where is he?" Thomas muttered from behind me. And that's when I saw it. The note. It had my name on it, written in hasty, shaky letters. The sight of it immediately caused my fear to spike, and I rushed outside to the hall. I ran mindlessly, having no idea where Virgil could be. Before I knew it, I was outside Logan's room. I didn't even like the guy; what drew me here? I watched myself, as if not in control of my body, knock on Logan's door. An eternity seemed to pass before it opened, and from the look on Logan's face, it was if he expected me.

"Virgil's missing," I breathed, trying to calm myself yet again. What was Virgil thinking?

Logan winced for a moment, and I could see him planning his next words carefully,

"I know."