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16 | Virgil

Tw: brief mentions of an eating disorder

Chapter Sixteen: 7 Eleven Anyone?
  Virgil Jensen

My mothers still refused to unground me even today, the day when my friends were going to get their costumes. Roman promised that he'd get me a good Rich costume which was greatly appreciated by me.

I spent the entire day lying in bed, occasionally sitting up to throw Quak's toy across the room for him to fetch again. My mother, Kiera, would occasionally come in, asking if I wanted something to eat, and every time I said no, but she would get me something anyways. She didn't know that I fed it to Quak every time.

Sighing, I stared at my third bowl of chips she had brought me that day. I ate one, and then one turned to two, and then to the whole bowl full. Quak cocked his head to the side, surely wondering why I hadn't fed him any of the salty snack. But just as I was remembering how good it felt to genuinely enjoy something, I felt that familiar feeling in my chest.

Get up. Go in there. And get rid of it.

I listened to the voice, setting the empty bowl to the side and getting out of bed. I walked across the hall, making sure nobody could see me, and went into the bathroom that I shared with my sister. The adults used a different one.

The only thing I could hear were my footsteps as I went into the cold room. Was I going to keep doing this to myself? Yes, yes I was, because it was the only time when I felt good enough. Who cares if I die? I know I don't care.

Nobody else would either.

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Halloween was the first night that my mothers relieved me of my grounding. It was almost appreciated, but at the same time wasn't, because I was not in the mood to Trick or Treat. To be honest, it was the last thing I wanted to do. I was incredibly tired at the moment.

Logan did not like our group costume, even I could tell that, but I'm assuming he went with it because of how excited we all were for it. Well, all of us except me. I don't know, maybe something about being someone who, from what Roman told me, literally sets a house on fire didn't make me very optimistic. I only picked Be More Chill because Patton did, to be honest, and I trusted Patton.

Turns out that we were not going Trick or Treating, because Roman had other ideas. There was a Halloween party going on tonight, which was our destination. Of course, Roman didn't know how much I despised parties, and that I only went because I knew I'd have them to follow around there, but it still wouldn't have hurt him to ask if the plans were okay with us.

"It sounds loud in there," Patton commented, seeming to tighten his grip on Logan's hand. He didn't appear to like parties like this either, which was no surprise to me. Patton was more of a birthday party type person, not a "let's-get-drunk-and-pass-out-on-the-couch" party type person.

Roman smirked up at the house in front of us, "I'm hoping it will be. These are my type of people." I couldn't help but notice him sparing a glance at me when he said that, and it made me feel something that I couldn't describe. Was I not his type of person? Wouldn't surprise me.

"Let's get in there already!" Veronica shouted, as if it were a battle cry, before charging into the party. The girl who usually seemed to be so in tact and in control of the situation was the first one to lose it in the face of a party. Noted.

Roman ran in after his best friend, leaving Patton, Logan, and I alone outside. Patton looked nervously at the both of us, which we both picked up on. Logan spared one more glance at the house before sighing, "This is not my type of thing, and I can tell that it is the same for the both of you. Perhaps we could just leave and get something from 7-Eleven instead?"

"I would love that!" Patton said excitedly. "...but what about Roman and Veronica?" He asked. I pulled out my phone, "I'll text Roman and tell him. He'll see it sometime between now and when he wakes up tomorrow morning."

After that, the three of us left to have a good time on our own. I felt ridiculous in my costume, if I'm honest, but neither Patton nor Logan offered to go home and change so I didn't say anything. It was Halloween, I'll be fine.

Our first stop was at 7-Eleven, where we each got a slushy, then we decided on going to Patton and Logan's house to watch movies. (Not horror movies since Patton wouldn't be able to handle those.) It was going to be a pretty chill night, unlike the night that Veronica and Roman were definitely going to have.

At one point during the first movie we watched, which was Coco, Patton's cat Muffles came in and laid down on her owner's lap, and it soon was followed by Patton sneezing and trying to cover it up by saying he had a cold. Logan wasn't buying that, though, and he ended up putting Muffles in the other room.

"Logan, I'm fine! It's just a cold!"

"That is a lie, Patton."

The two went on like that until I had had enough of listening to them argue. It made me anxious, "Guys, please stop! Patton—you're obviously allergic to Muffles and you can't keep ignoring that it does have an effect on you. Logan—don't be too hard on him. Give him time. Now, either we can continue to watch the movie or I will go home!"

They were silent for a moment, before Patton spoke up, "I'm so sorry, Virgil. I know that Muffles being around affects me, but I love her and I hate to admit that. Logan, I know all you've been trying to do is help me, and I'm sorry if I have come off as disrespectful to you...I love you both and I will now be going to bed." He stood up, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down so that they covered his hands, before going back to he and Logan's room.

"I'll go talk to him. If you wish, you can make yourself comfortable on the couch and I will bring blankets out shortly, unless you want to go home," Logan told me, getting up. I nodded and leaned into the arm of the couch, trying to get as comfortable as I humanely could before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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It's Britney bitch.