Once and Never

I'm sorry, goodbye...

Lemme see... Warnings of Depression, suicide(ish), self-harm, and having a breakdown. Fun times. This is based off of a horrific dream I had.

Virgil shakily stood in front of the mirror, watching as blood flowed from his wrist. Maybe he would bleed to death. It would be peaceful. However, there was something he had to do first. He had to tell someone, one of the other sides. He had to say sorry for everything he's done. He took in a slow, ragged breath, before calling out the names of his friends.

"Roman? Patton? Logan? Come here... please." He added, his voice low, yet they came nonetheless. The other sides would have gladly risen up in Virgil's room, since he called. But something was wrong.

They all appeared on the wrong side of what appeared to be a door. Thomas' imagination had never worked like this before. This must be Virgil's doing.

"Virgil? What's this about?" Logan called cautiously, rapping on the door with his knuckles.

The others waited tensely, wondering what Virgil was doing.

Virgil slowly walked out from the bathroom, over to the door he had created. Another ragged breath. Did he regret this? No. Nothing would stop him. He knew the others would be better off without him. Breathe. Then speak.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I should never have done anything, never have showed up. You would all be better off without me." Virgil stared at the door. Breathe. This is the last thing. Don't look back. Don't regret anything.

"... Kiddo..? What are you saying? You're an important part of us, of Thomas." Patton hesitantly spoke up, worried.

"No, no I'm not." Virgil's voice shook. "I'm not important. You don't need me." You're right. They don't. Stop talking. Do it.

"Virgil. Let us in." Roman struck the door with his fist, causing it to shake, but it didn't give.

Virgil took a step back from the door, the blade in his hand rising. "I'm so sorry... Goodbye." He breathed, barely audible to the others. Good. They know now. They don't understand. Just do it. Finish it. Don't bother to breathe.

Logan took a step back, his breath catching in his throat. "Virgil." He managed to say, wild eyes flying to Roman. The fanciful trait yelled and rammed the door with his shoulder, trying to break it. He cried out as his shoulder was injured by the force of which he struck.

Patton dropped to his knees, screaming. "No!" He screeched, then the sound continued, rising, becoming an ear-splitting, bloodcurdling shriek.

Logan made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, covering his ears. "Patton-" He tried to talk, but the other side kept screaming.

Virgil hesitated. His hand spasmed on the knife, nicking his throat, but not cutting it badly. Why did you stop. Do it. Finish it.

No.

He gasped and threw down the knife, flying at the door. He struggled for a moment, then wrenched it open.

Patton was on the ground, sobbing and screaming. Logan was crouched next to him, trying to comfort him. Roman staggered away from the door, staring at Virgil.

"V- Virgil?" He blinked, stepping closer. He reached out a hand, touching him on the shoulder. When he realized he wasn't imagining Virgil, he pulled the darker trait into a hug.

Logan stood, helping Patton up as well. They hugged Virgil as well, Patton sobbing tears of joy. "Don't ever do that to us again." He choked out, watery eyes locking on Virgil.

Virgil let out a slow breath, sinking into the warmth of his friends. "I won't." He promised. You lie. You fool. You will always try to ignore the truth. You will never be accepted.

Virgil closed his eyes. "I promise."

Liar.

Wooooo I have the big depression now okay bye time to do something called school.