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

Chapter 11~ Interrogation

Virgil's POV:

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a couple times. There was a bright light shining in my eye, practically blinding me. I could just barely make out a figure before me, then another, then another. Of course, it was them. I went to stand up, but apparently I hadn't noticed I was tied to a chair. My wrists were bound tightly with rope, which was rubbing up against my previous cuts.

'What the fuck even is this? They fucking kidnapped me and tied me up? IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THIS OKAY?'

You deserve this and you know it.

'Honestly, I don't even know why the hell you stick around. I don't want you here. You're not changing anything. I'll always be a bipolar suicidal maniac.'

Oh Virgil. I'm here to make sure you stay that way.

The light moved away slowly and my interrogators revealed themselves. Patton was standing behind the desk lamp, leaning on it ever so slightly. He had a very worried look on his eyes were puffy, presumably from crying. Logan was standing on the opposite side, staring at me with a vacant look. His tie was all loose and his shirt was un-tucked. He looked like a mess. That was really unusual. And finally, Roman was standing directly in front of me. He wasn't even wearing his usual outfit. He was wearing a baggy, red sweatshirt and a pair of skinny jeans.

'Wait a minute......all those clothes are mine. WHAT THE FUCK?'

"You're probably wondering why you're here," Roman stated, interrupting my train of thought.

"Yeah. Maybe just a little bit," I responded in my traditional, sarcastic style. I shifted my hands lightly, inadvertently putting a shit ton of pressure on my wrists. I sharply sucked air through my teeth, trying not to cry out in pain. God, it hurt so bad. I moved my hands back and the pain ceased. I balled my hands into fists, then extended my fingers as much as I could. I did this over and over, trying not to lose my temper.

"Well, that's a simple answer. You're here because we want answers. Here's how this is going to work. We're going to ask a question and you're going to answer it." He placed a hand under my chin, lifting my face up so that we were at eye level. His expression was cold and hard. He was clearly trying not to lose his cool, but failing. "Got it?" I nodded, glaring at him. He took a step back, still standing in front of me. He smiled in an evil manner, looking almost like a monster. There was nothing left of the Roman I had shared that kiss with. He was simply gone, leaving this villainous character in his place. Of course, he wasn't being evil. It only seemed like that to me. He was probably just terrified and trying to put on a brave face. "Okay. First question: how long have you been hurting yourself for?"

I looked over at Logan, then Patton, looking for an explanation or some help or SOMETHING. Logan just shrugged and Patton turned away, not wanting me to see the obvious tears falling down his face. I sighed and looked at the floor.

"It's been about fuck you years," I replied sarcastically. I could really tell that set Roman off. I saw a fire light in his eyes. Not a fire of passion, but a fire of sheer anger. I heard a small whimper and I looked up at Patton. His few tears had turned into a stream of tear. He took a cautious step towards me, probably expecting me to bite. The second he realized I wouldn't, he ran forward and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. Roman rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, apparently disgusted by the sign of affection. Patton started sobbing into my shoulder, still clinging to me. I would've tried to comfort him, but my hands were bound behind my back.

"I-I was so scared, Anxiety. I didn't know where you were and if you were okay a-and..." Patton trailed off, being too emotional to finish the second. Apparently, Roman hadn't told anyone my name. At least he'd had the decency to keep that secret for me.