How Come I Never Asked You About Your Day? (DISCONTINUED)

Five.

QUICK WARNING: this chapter is short, but it contains self-harm mentions and self-hate. Please stay safe!

Deceit was smiling.

The fucking bastard was grinning like no tomorrow, interlacing his gloved hand with Patton's trembling one. Patton flinched at the touch, the gloves feeling like hardened starch on his skin. Though, it wasn't nearly as hard to handle than the words that came tumbling out of the liar's lips.

"You know they hate you, right?" Deceit asked, basically purring as he ran a yellow thumb over Patton's pale knuckles. Patton flinched at his words, willing himself not to believe them. Not to listen to Deceits words of hate and spite, not to listen to the ugly voice in his head telling him to resume his terrible habit. He shook his head, but didn't speak. He was beyond too tired to say anything more than a couple words at the moment. Deceit knew this.

"Oh, come on! All they ever do is criticize you and make you feel worthless. Tell me that's not hate." Patton knew that he was lying. Hoped, anyways. Last month he might've knew. Back when Logan still entertained his ideas, back when Virgil was still part of their most dynamic duo. But now, Patton's world was crumbling faster than the paint on his walls. Strips of baby blue peeled away and shattered on the floor, giving away to a mixture of muddy green and yellow.

Deceit was taking over Patton's mind, and he couldn't stop smiling about it.

Patton wished he could take everything back, wished he could throw out the boxes of razors and disinfectant he had stored away in his bathroom cabinet. He had tried throwing them out his window the other day, but Remus came back with a whole new set, giggling madly. He never hated anyone like he had grown to dislike the Duke, never despised anything like he had bloomed to retch at the sight of his own skin.

He guessed that was why he fell under both Deceit's and Remus' careful whispers, forced ideas of isolation and self-mutilation. He had disliked himself for a while, since Guys and Dolls. But more and more frequently, he's known himself to turn pale at the sight of a mirror. His reflection made Patton remind himself that he was putting Thomas through so much pain, holding the boy to such high standards that it caused him to loose so much sleep and happiness. Patton couldn't live with it anymore, he just couldn't.

Sensing this, Remus popped into Patton's room, guiding him to the bathroom after quickly discarding his deodorant.

All the while, Deceit was smiling.

Who else saw the new video and actually died? Remus reeks with whump material.

In all seriousness, thank you guys so much! All your kind words make this heart of mine actually melt. I don't deserve you lot, you are really something special. Chapter Six should be our by August Ninth or earlier!