Sanders Sides- Virgil

IDontWannaBeYouAnymore

Virgil's POV:

I lay down on my floor, staring up at the ceiling. It's been three hours of loneliness. I would go outside and talk to someone, but there's a chance I could see Logan, and I'm not taking that chance. The wound he gave me with his words is still bleeding. I don't want it to worsen.

Then I hear a knock on my door.

Oh look, someone finally came. If it's Logan, I'm locking my door. If it's Patton or Roman, I'll let them in.

I get up and open the door to find Roman. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his shirt. "I've missed you," I whisper.

He runs his fingers through my hair and says, "I've missed you too. But why have you been in your room? Did something happen?"

Oh, so he doesn't know? I'm surprised Patton and/or Logan didn't tell him. I nod and we both go into my room, closing the door and sitting on my bed.

Roman turns to me and asks, "So...what happened?"

I spill everything out. How Logan said very nasty things to me and how he yelled at me and how I was weak and defenseless. I told him what Logan said to me too and how I had a panic attack while he was yelling at me. I just didn't show it.

"Then what happened after Logan yelled at you?" By this time, his hands are already clenched into fists and he's very very very very very very very very angry.

I sigh and take off my hood as I say, "Logan slapped me."

"WHAT! HE DID WHAT!" He forces me to look at him and he sees the bruise on my cheek. He starts to breath hard and asks in a quiet, but VERY pissed off voice, "What did he say after?"

"He apologized and said he didn't mean it but I ran out crying and then I had my panic attack."

Okay, to say that Roman is fuming with anger is a big understatement. He looks like he's about to kill a whole entire nation in the most gruesome, painful way possible. I would calm him down....buuuuuuuuuut this seems like it could be fun. Okay, I should probably calm him down.

"It's...it's okay though...because he apologized," I mumble.

"No, no, this is not okay! He shouldn't have hit you! I swear to God, if he comes near you-"

"Roman, it's okay. I- I forgive him."

"I'll be back." He gives me a kiss and as he walks in the hallway, I hear him yell, "LOGAN!"

To block out their fight, I stand in front of my mirror and start singing "I Don't Want To Be You Anymore" by Billie Eilish.

"Don't be that way
Fall apart twice a day
I just wish you could feel what you say
Show, never tell
But I know you too well
Kind of mood that you wish you could sell

If teardrops could be bottled
There'd be swimming pools filled by models
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore
If 'I love you' was a promise
Would you break it, if you're honest
Tell the mirror what you know he's head before
I don't wanna be you anymore

Hands, hands getting cold
Losing feeling's getting old
Was I made from a broken mold?
Hurt, I can't shake
We've made every mistake
Only you know the way that I break

If teardrops could be bottled
There'd be swimming pools filled by models
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore
If 'I love you' was a promise
Would you break it, if you're honest
Tell the mirror what you know he's heard before
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you...anymore"

When I sing the last lyric, that's when I notice the tears falling down my cheeks. I look back at the mirror, point at it, and whisper, "I don't wanna be you anymore."