Prinxiety Oneshots

Opening Up Part One

Virgil's POV:

I look back up at the clock, focusing on the tick tock, tick tock. It's now three o'clock now. That means we've been fighting for about three hours. Though, to be honest, I don't know how much more I can take.

"Why do you always cause Thomas anxiety?! Now he had a panic attack while having a DISNEY audition! Do you know how much he wanted that?!" Guess who? Yeah, it's Roman screaming at me, even though he's my boyfriend.

I look up at him and mumble, "I took as much of his anxiety as I could. What else do you want from me?"

"I don't know. Hmmm, I wonder what," he says in sarcasm. "Oh yeah, to stop giving him panic attacks and making him fail auditions!"

Failure

Failure

Failure

I curl up in a ball and say, "There was nothing else I could have done. I was having a panic attack of my own at the time, so I couldn't consume all of his anxious energy."

"All because you were freaking out about something stupid?"

I shake my head. "It wasn't stupid."

"Then what were you freaking out about?"

I just stare at the floor and don't say anything. I don't want him and the others to know that I was freaking out because I accidentally cut open a vein while cutting myself. They would worry about me and I don't want that. We need to worry about Thomas right now, not me.

Roman sneers. "Heh. Knew it was stupid."

I put on my hoodie and pull on the strings so my face is completely covered. Tears are starting to come out and I don't want Roman to see how much his yelling is affecting me.

Roman plops down next to me on my bed. "Maybe Thomas should take anxiety pills."

I nod. "Yeah, maybe he should," but then my voice cracks and Roman looks at me worriedly. Shit.

"Are you crying?"

I shake my head no.

But without asking, he pulls down my hood and sees my red puffy eyes and wet cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry." He rubs the tears off of my face.

I wouldn't be crying if it wasn't for you, asshole.

"I'm going to go check on Thomas, okay?" I nod as he gets up and leaves, closing the door behind him. The saddest part is that he never even apologized. Also, does he really think that my panic attacks are stupid? Because if he does, then that means he didn't want to be there when I had one. This makes me cry more.

I put my hood back on and tighten the strings again. This is something I do when I'm vulnerable. I don't know why, but it brings me some sort of comfort. Like I can hide from the world. But then, that is my favorite thing to do.

I take off my sweatshirt and grab my blade. Doing this always make me feel better, even though it's bad for you. But to be honest, I don't care. I cut and cry, making about ten slices on my arm. I close my eyes, clutching the blade in my hand.

I open my eyes and all of a sudden I'm in Thomas' living room. All of the other sides are around me and Thomas looks extremely worried. I quickly hide my arms behind my back. Then I look around me and ask, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

"Thomas just had a wave of anxiety," Logan states. "We were wondering if something bad happened with you, Virgil."

I gulp and say, "I had a panic attack, but I'm okay now."

Patton frowns. "A www, my poor little baby!" Patton comes over and hugs me, but I don't hug him back. I don't want them to see my arms or my blade. Not even Roman knows about it.

Patton pulls back and asks, "Virgil, what happened to your arms?"

I don't say anything. I just stare at the floor, tears starting to come out. My hands begin to shake and that's when I drop my blade on the floor. I hear it clatter and I know that everyone's eyes went to it.

Roman comes over to me and grabs my wrist. He then pulls my arms out and looks in horror at all of the overlapping scars. "Virgil..." Great. Now Roman's crying.

"Let go of me!" I shriek.

"No!" Roman retorts. "I love you and I'm not letting you do this anymore!" He lets go of my arms and grabs my blade. "This we're getting rid of." Then I watch as he throws it in the living room trash can. I start to walk to go get it, but he stops me. "No more cutting. You got it?"

I shake my head, crying. "Please...please...give it back!"

"No," Roman states coldly. "No more cutting." Then he grabs my face and pulls our lips together. "I love you." He kisses me again. "And I'm not letting you hurt yourself anymore." He kisses me for a third time, but this one lasts longer. "And I'm truly sorry for yelling at you earlier. It's not your fault that Thomas had a panic attack. But whenever you have one, you have to tell me, okay? You have to tell me." I nod and his hands running through my hair calms me down a bit. "You make Thomas better. You make us better. You make me better. And I'll forever love you for that." We both smile at each other and he kisses my cheek. Butterflies warm up my stomach and I feel like I'm finally free. "Now, please tell me, why did you cut yourself?"

I start to cry again. "I've just felt so sad. I feel like everyone hates me."

Roman pulls me into a hug and speaks comforting words. "Hey, hey. Nobody hates you. We all love you so very much. Especially me. Okay? We love you. I love you. And I'll never ever leave you."

I pull away a little bit and we kiss.

I guess opening up does make you feel better.