Our Moxy

Chapter 6 - Pictures

Listening to Blood, Sweat, and Tears, Hayaan Mo Sila (girl V), There's Nothing Holding Me Back, atm.

I need holy water at the middle.

T. W. Self-Deprecating

I closed the door then heard Patton's faint footsteps walk away but there was and extra noise, he was... squealing?

I just shrugged it, Patton IS our weird friend after all. I looked at the bottle in my left hand, it was the same scent. This time the bottle is a bit lighter, this is probably what Patton used.

I took off the towel off my waist then placed it on the sink, then continue to take a shower.

πTime Skip After Virgil Finishes Taking A Showerπ

I stepped out of the shower,then I walked towards the sink. I grabbed the purple towel, the towel was still warm.

I stood in front of the sink and the mirror above it, I wiped my hair and face. I accidentally looked at the mirror.

Ugly, Worthless, Devil, Monster, Ugly, Ugly UGLY! JUST KILL YOURSELF YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF GARBAGE! NOBODY LOVES YOU! PATTON HATES YOU! LOGAN HATES YOU! ROMAN DESPISES YOU! EVERYONE HATES YOU! EVERYONE WISHES YOU WERE DEAD!

"Stop" I whimper as I cover my ears with both of my hands, making the towel fall back to the sink.

PATTON ONLY KISSED YOU BECAUSE HE TRIED TO BE NICE!

"No he didn't" I said to myself, hoping the voices would stop.

THEY FORCED THEMSELVES TO LET YOU LIVE WITH THEM!

"Stop, stop, STOP!" I moved my hands to my hair, pulling it roughly. I force myself to look at the mirror, it wasn't showing my reflection. It was a picture of a person, half naked, that hung himself, he was smiling.

I didn't wanted to see it anymore, I punched the mirror, making shards of the mirror fall to the sink, the towel, and the carpeted floor.

I looked at my fist, all bloody.

Third

Person's

P.O.V.

Virgil couldn't help himself but cry, not knowing why. He curled up in the corner of the bathroom, sobs wrack his small frame. He had his knees up to his chest, his hands on both alternately on each arm, his nails reopening the cured scars. He was glad, Patton didn't saw it.

The voices still remains in his head, taunting him, torturing him, and deprecating him. He wanted to talk now, but his voice got stuck in his throat.

He was a sobbing, and bloody mess. His left hand was also bloody, the shards of the broken mirror making more blood.

He can't feel anything, he wanted to feel anything, ANYTHING. He was willing to make every part of his body bleed, just make him feel anything.

Whilst Virgil was having a panic attack, Patton was in the living room, listening closely to the noise in the bathroom. He was actually having a mental debate if the noise was from the bathroom or its just all in his head.