~A Light in the Shadows~ PRINXIETY FANFIC [EDITING] (temporary cover)

Chapter One~ Another Cog in the Murder Machine

Virgil's POV:

I stared at myself in the mirror, regretting even waking up. I looked so out of place, wearing my traditional all black, in the spotless, white bathroom. The overhead light made me look like vampire. I was getting paler and paler every day, as I had noticed, which make the bags under my eyes stand out even more than usual. It looked like someone had given me two black eyes and they simply never healed. For some reason, sleeping never helped the bags under my eyes. I had just slept for twenty fucking hours, buuut I hadn't slept for days before that. The irregular sleep schedule didn't help my appearance at all.

I ran my fingers through my hair, being too lazy to get a comb. I didn't really care how I looked, so I didn't put any effort into my appearance; it was as simple as that. If anyone had a problem with it...well, fuck 'em. They can fix it themselves.

I adjusted my hoodie, which I had been wearing for countless days, and walks slowly down the stairs. The other sides were already up and didn't really appear to be waiting for me. I've been pretty out of things lately, and pretty out of their stupid little 'famILY' thing, so I didn't expect them to even bother and notice my existence. Patton, the father figure around here, was cooking something in the kitchen (A typical thing to find him doing.) Logan, the king od nerds himself, was reading the newspaper and Roman, the air-headed wannabe prince, was humming while sitting on the couch. I just...stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do.

They all fit in so perfectly. Like they were meant to be there. Because they were meant to be there. They all had a purpose here. I don't. I was like that one square in a group of circles. The black sheep of the herd. I just...didn't belong with them.

No one noticed me walk down. Either that or no one cared enough. Probably the second one, but whatever.

"Breakfast is ready, kids!" Patton called from the kitchen. Logan put down his newspaper, walked to the table, and sat down. Roman smiled that adorable smile of his and did the same. I felt my face warm in response. God, he's cute. But an idiot. He's a cute idiot.

Let me tell you, it's weird being attracted to someone with the same face as you.

You can't actually be attracted to that loser.

'Oh shut up' I thought to myself.

I walked over to the table, not meeting any of their eyes. I tried to tread lightly, not wanting my steps to be too loud and disrupt anyone. A floorboard squeaked under my feet and I jumped, yelping softly. I just scurried over to my seat and sat down, not saying a word. Jesus fuck, I'm bad at this whole 'not being an anxious mess thing.' What can I say? It's in my nature to be nervous 24/7.

Patton set down Logan's plate with a smile, Roman's plate, then his own. He was about to sit down when his baby blue eyes fell on me and he gasped, standing up immediately and scurrying over to the kitchen.

"Oh my goodness gracious! I'm so sorry, Anxiety! I didn't even think you were gonna join us!" He grabbed another plate and set it in front of me, spinning around like a fairy princess a few times before plopping back in his own seat.

See? You're always going to be the extra

'I get it. Just be quiet'

Make me.

I shoved some pancakes into my mouth, hoping to drown out the voices that constantly echoed in my head. Now, I've had some pretty good pancakes in my day but these are GREAT! They were really fluffy and sweet and perfectly buttered with juuuust the right amount of syrup.

"Patton.....THESE ARE REALLY GOOD!" I said while eating the pancakes. I shoveled them down quickly, disregarding any social rules that usually would've told me to eat otherwise. I'm fucking hungry and if you think anything's gonna stop me from eating those pancakes, you better reevaluate your life choices. Patton giggled and pushed up his glasses with the end of his fork.