Prinxiety Oneshots

Love

Virgil's POV:

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong with you?"

Roman and me have been arguing in my room. I cut myself and I'm not ready to tell him yet, which I've told him multiple times, but he won't listen.

"I'm just...I'm just not prepared to yet. Just give me some more time," I beg.

He stares at me with cold eyes. "You either tell me right now or when I walk out that door, we're done for good."

Tears fill my eyes so I put on my hood to hide them. "I'm just...I'm just not ready yet. I'll tell you tomorrow morning."

"No need." He walks over to my door and says before he walks out and shuts it, "Because we're over."

After he leaves, I let the panic attack settle in. I sink down to my knees, crying and shaking. I can't believe he just left me. Roman just left me. Roman just dumped me. I start to cry even more. My heart feels like it's been smashed into a million pieces. It hurts to breathe. It feels like my rib cage is closing in on itself. Usually Roman comforts me at these times...but he's gone forever now.

I start to cry harder. How can I live without him? How can I function without him? I've gotten used to having him around. I can't go back into that dark room of loneliness and despair again. I just can't.

Maybe if I just ended my life...everything would be okay again.

I walk over to my nightstand and pull out the noose that I always keep in there in case if I ever wanted to kill myself. I know, it's weird for a person to do, but I'm weird, so it's normal for someone like me I guess.

I put up the noose on my fan, grab a chair, and stand on it, the noose hanging just in front of me. I put the rope around my neck and tighten the knot. I sigh and close my eyes, tears streaming down my face. Today will be the end of it all. I stand off of the chair and the air escapes my lungs. I start to choke and gasp, my lungs feeling like they're on fire. My face must be very pale and blue and purple at this point. I kick my legs back and stand on the chair and take off the noose. I sink down to my knees and curl up in a ball, crying. "Why can't I just kill myself?"

I go over to my nightstand and pull out my blade. I pull up my sleeve and make a few cuts on my arm and I start to make a vertical one, but I hear Thomas call all of us to him. I put down my blade and put on my hood and roll up my sleeves and go to him. Everyone else is already here.

Thomas frowns at us all and asks, "Is something wrong? Because I felt this way of anxiety and sadness just come over me. Did something happen that I should know about?"

Patton frowns says, "Not that I know of. Did something happen that we should know about?"

"Yes, I agree with Patton," Logan says. "If there is something wrong with you, Thomas, then a problem must've occurred within any four of us. Roman? Virgil? Did something happen to either of you?"

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"Me and Virgil broke up," Roman says in an almost guilty voice.

And of course, we have to talk about it.

"What!" Thomas says. "Why?!"

"I want to date someone who actually opens up," Roman says.

I pull my hoodie more over me so it's almost completely covering my face. Dontpanicdontpanicdontpanic-

"Virgil?"

I look up at Patton who said my name. I don't respond, I just look at him.

"What happened to your wrist?"