Are We Alone?

Anything

TW: Blood, Cutting, Depression

Virgil's POV

Remy threw a pair of black skinny jeans at my face. "Ugh, hun, everything in here is just so dark." He riffled through my closet looking through my dark clothes. "It's like an emo bomb went off in here."

"Gee, thanks."

"Now, be nice Remy," Emile said, folding the pair of pants and placing them in a small red suitcase I had borrowed from Roman. Emile looked at me with a small glint in his eyes. "When are y'all leaving?"

I bounced on my feet slightly, glancing around my room. "Uh, when Logan gets back from work," I said. It was a seven hour drive from here to North Carolina, and, surprisingly, I was looking forward to it.

Emile nodded and kept folding clothes. A five day trip with Logan. And his parents. Logan has mentioned they, and he, were agnostic so they would celebrate Easter a little. I sighed, being nihilistic I had never celebrated Easter.

My family did though. Before, ya know... Whatever, it didn't matter because I was going to celebrate with Logan's parents and I was going to act calm and natural, and not anxious at all.

Or maybe a tad anxious. It wasn't every day you met the mom and ren—or nini—of your significant other, so it was perfectly normal to be nervous and scared and freaked out, right?

I folded the clothes harshly, grabbing Logan's pile of folded clothes. They were pristine and not a single wrinkle could be seen. I wonder if Logan's parents were like this, serious and important.

I dragged a hand down my face. How could I do this? How could I pretend that I was okay?

"You good, babes?" Remy looked at me with worry in his eyes behind those dark sunglasses. He dropped Logan's clothes into the suitcase, wrinkling all his shirts and ties.

"I'm fine." Both of them stared at me with disbelief. "Okay, Okay, maybe I'm not 'okay', but I will be. I'm just a bit nervous." I looked at the alarm on my dresser; 3:20 it blinked back at me. "He'll be here in, like, an hour. I'll be fine."

"Would you like for us to wait with you, Virge?" Emile asking, carefully placing his hand on my right shoulder. It was like my skin was echoing, yelling, screeching at the contact. I flinched, stepping away. "Oh, I'm sorry-"

"It's fine," I cut him off. My shoulder was healing well, I guess. There was still a giant pale cut there, but was fine, nothing too bad, but the bare bottom fact was the history behind that stupid shoulder and that stupid cut that always made me freeze.

School bullies waiting for me to arrive. An angry parent terrified of their child, and a stupid dagger.

"You can stay if you'd like," I muttered, setting the suitcase on the floor and putting my phone on the charger. Emile sat next to me on the bed, letting me lay my head on his shoulder.

I'll be fine.

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Patton's POV:

Emptiness is weird. It's nothing, but it means something. It's being void, yet yearning to be filled.

Or something like that, I suppose.

I could only stare at my baby blue covered walls and the piece of glass between my fingers. I had rolled my short sleeve up and was currently cutting my arm.

I am empty. I drew the glass across my skin, feeling the sting and the way my heart pounded as small drips of blood spilled.

When I cut I am not so empty.

I did it again, tears the size of my blood spilled onto my cheek. A small smile cracking my grim face.

Thus, if I wish to feel, then I need to cut.

My door opened and I yanked my sleeve down and slid the glass under my pillow. "Hey, Patton?"

I turned, wiping away my tears and smiling brightly. I could feel it not reach my eyes, my emptiness spreading into my could hands. "Yes, Roman." He warmed my cold room, his hot skin always warmed whatever room he was in.

He stepped in, eyeing my sleeve cautiously. "Hey, do you know what happened to my compact mirror? It's cracked and it seems glass has fallen out of it?"

I shook my head no, feeling my brown curls brush across my forehead. "I don't know what happened, but I hope you find out." I smiled again, grimacing on how bad it must look.

"Are- are you okay, Pat?" He said reaching for my arm. I felt blood trickle down, past my sleeve, the sleeve only went to my elbow. "You're bleeding..."

"Oh! Am I?" I stumbled around the words, thinking of a lie. He reached for my arm, holding it tightly in his grip and lifted my sleeve. The red slashes were evident. Some were small and some were big and crooked and stung.

"Patton-" he licked his lips, preparing himself, "-I took your razors. What did you use?" His words were steady, but his eyes bled feeling I couldn't produce. I couldn't cry.

Heck, I couldn't even mourn the lost me.

"What did you use?" He repeated, his words were slurring now. Wobbling as he tried to understand. "Patton, please," he whimpered.

"Do you ever feel like you can't talk? Or do anything really?" I asked quietly, my eyes piercing my baby blue walls. Ice grew slowly from my heat and steam rose from where Roman's burning fingers met my ice cold skin.

"Patton?"

"I felt so empty, Roman. I just wanted to fell again." Blood kept spilling from my cuts, staining Roman's delicate fingers.

"Feel what?"

I pause and looked at those cuts and reached for the piece of glass under my pillow. I looked at it, stained with a small red glow as it showed my reflection. It showed my crooked glasses and my red eyes. So empty.

"Anything."

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IT HAS BEEN A WHILE AND I HAVE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH💜🖤💜🖤

But Wattpad wouldn't let me upload my chapters and when I tried it deleted two neW CHAPTERS THAT HAD BEEN WRITTEN AND I HAVE NEVER SCREAMED LOUDER THAN I DID IN THAT MOMENT

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