The ilogical love.... {Analodgical Fanfic :3)

Metaforical butterflys

(WOOT WOOT FIRST PART HOPE YALL INJOY AND SORRY IF ITS TRASH! 😸😺)

         Virgil finally woke up, it was 3:00 in the afternoon and he had been kept up almost all night because of the damed night terrors... He sat up his entire body aked and pained especially his arms and thighs.
He finally got out of bed and headed twords the bathroom his walk was slow since he was still half asleep.
He looked in the mirror and frowned looking at his face.... He hated everything about himself, his face, his everything Wich was kind of weird scince he and the other sides were the same person. The other sides..... He shook his head to clear it so he didn't cry again. He pulled off his hoodie and checked his arms, they were wrapped in bandages from the veriose cuts and bruises that he had giving himself, he pulled the banges slowly as he winced from the stinging pain that came from doing this. He looked at his slashed up arms and sighed as he started covering them up with bandeges again voices in his head told him he was a waist of space and that he should just go and die. He shoved the pain down more so he could mask the pain for a small bit more just enough to make it bareable.

        Virgil was eating a small bowl of cereal he didn't feel that hungery.
Logan walked into the room and raised a eyebrow.
"You know you should work on a sleep schedule so you are not sleeping till 3:30 in the afternoon...."
Virgil looked over at him his face heated up a small bit he didn't know why though.
"W-what e-ever."
What...why was I studering?
I never studer like that...

Logan didn't look amused, he just sighed and left the room leaving Virgil alone to go read the dictionary or something.

(:3 srry if it's short my smol beans, and hope ya liked it!