Rockabye Baby, We're All Safe Here {Completed}

Breaking up with him was the worst thing I've done

Warning!! : mentions of suicidal thoughts , panic attacks and self harm, following chapters will still make sense to anyone who can't handle reading this chapter, I even struggled slightly writing it but I wanted to make things seem a bit more reasonable , also a large amount of cursing
~Jade
600 words, how satisfying.

Virgil's pov:
"oh yeah?! I'm the one with the problem? Well at least I don't crawl into people's rooms crying my weak ass off at 3 a.m. because I need attention, you are a fucking attention whore and you know it!"
"No I'm not! You just don't treat me well, you're a fucking asshat Logan!"
"I'm the asshat? At least I don't have my head so far up my ass that I can't see how much I'm hurting people." Logan stripped the bandages from his wrists to his elbows to reveal cut after cut, each one exactly the same as the others. He nearly broke down looking at them, I could tell his mind was reeling with anger, fear, loneliness and bittersweet regret.
"You fucker! You don't see me using my panic attacks as a weapon when we fight!"
"You don't see me breaking down ten times a day, I work myself half to death, yell myself hoarse at you with your stupid, never-ending line of issues, deal with anxiety and depression and never say a god-damned word, you can't handle one panic attack a week, I HAVE ONE DAILY"
I looked at him. Shock, pure and utter shock made my blood run thin. I didn't know what to do. Logan broke down in front of me and sprinted from the mind palace at full speed. I dropped to the floor, my eyes burning. He ran back in and choked out two words.
"We're through." And with that he left, slightly calmer this time but still crying to the point where it was a miracle if he could get a breath in.

Logan's pov:

I was still crying in the morning, I hadn't slept at all, I may have rested but I didn't have nearly enough energy to go and get coffee, let alone work. I still got up, got dressed, put on new bandages and went downstairs to get a cup of coffee. Roman was in the kitchen. I poured a cup of coffee and drank it on the spot, I poured another one and drank that too. Roman was looking at me, concerned.
"Logan, you're wearing bandages, you just had two cups of coffee and you're pouring a third, you have tear stains on your face and you have bags under your eyes that are darker than Virgil's eyeshadow." Once the final phrase set in I burst into tears. I willed myself to stop crying but I couldn't. I poured my fickle heart onto the floor with my tears. My legs collapsed under me and my glasses jolted. I was a pathetic mess, I was trying to get up, to hide in my room and will myself to forget everything, good or bad. Patton walked in. His cat headphones were on so he didn't notice straight away. Once he did, he gasped and dropped to my side, hugging me tightly. I didn't move or acknowledge it until I calmed down a little, then I shifted closer. I didn't realise how much I had needed a hug until just then. I hadn't noticed the need for contact, the secret burning wish that filled out my earlier days with Virgil for another person, anyone, to care enough to hug me. I melted into his grip, hiccuping occasionally. I heard a chuckle at the door. I dreaded turning around, but I did. I saw him. Virgil. He had a sick smirk on his face and he muttered one phrase that destroyed the only half broken pieces of my heart.
"Who's the attention whore now Logan?"
And, just like that, my world shattered.