Don't Let Me Be Gone

Thirteen

Virgil POV
A loud clap of thunder jolted me out of my sleep.  I rolled over onto my side but instantly regretted it feeling a sharp pain. 

I groaned.  I opened my eyes, but the second I did, my mind was flooded with all the memories from the last thing I remember. 

I tried to kill myself.  But I'm still here.  I started feeling very panicky.  They know.  Oh god they know all about it now. 

I looked down at my wrists and my worst fears were confirmed.  I wasn't wearing my hoodie, completely exposing all my cuts to the world.  The ones on my wrists were bandaged. 

Why didn't I die?  Why am I still here?  Fuck, I never should have trusted Deceit.  I should've known that the liquid thing wouldn't hurt me.  The others must have found me hanging, but still managed to save me in time. 

I pushed the blankets off of me and tried to stand up.  Within seconds of putting weight on my feet, I fell back onto the bed hissing in pain. 

I felt extremely lightheaded and a headache started to begin.  Everything hurt.  Especially my wrists and my chest.  And my neck...

With all my strength, I pulled myself upwards and to my bathroom.  I clutched onto anything I could to keep my balance and leaned heavily on the wall.  I looked in the mirror. 

I looked absolutely hideous.

My eyeshadow was streaked down my face from crying.  And around my neck was a long black and blue line surrounded by rope burns.  My hair was an absolute mess and I somehow looked even paler than usual.

I grabbed a towel off the floor and soaked it in water. I started rubbing off all my eyeshadow. I looked a lot different without it and I felt different too. Like a piece of my armor was taken off.

I opened the cabinet next to the sink and grabbed my eyeshadow and eyeliner. I put on the eyeliner and than smudged it. I than applied the eyeshadow and smudged that too, trying to cover up the dark bags underneath my eyes.

I felt fear build up in my stomach again as I thought about seeing everyone. They'd have so many questions. They're probably angry with me for doing this. God, Thomas must be furious with me.

I hands started shaking, so I put down the eyeshadow. I turned and walked back to my bed. I sat down on the end of it, feeling bad chest pains.

I know I have to face everyone. But I'd rather just crawl back into bed and forget this ever happened.

Boo hoo, the crybaby didn't die in his sleep

Your such a failure

Couldn't even kill yourself properly

Your...friends...are very disappointed in you

"Get out of my head Deceit." I whispered, my throat feeling incredibly soar.

Sorry, no can do

Your stuck with me, but you know how to get rid of me for periods of time

"I'm not cutting myself again."

Oh why not

Such a shame your still alive

Please, do everyone a favor and do a better job next time

"There won't be a next time." I hissed. "I'm not listening to you anymore."

Sure Virgil, you keep telling yourself that

Well, go talk to everyone

I'm sure they all have some nice words to say to you