Help me. (Roman x Virgil)

Ch.7) No one can know.

((Trigger warning!! Actions of suicide and some self depreciation. Read at your own risk I guess.))

^Patton's pov^

       "Are you okay Patton?" Logan was looking at me a bit concerned. "You seem to be out of breath and I heard something thud before you opened you door." I rubbed the back of my neck a bit embarrassed.
         "I tripped over my stuffed animal...." Looking down I tried not to let Logan see the blush on my face.
        "Oh, well in that case, I have a question for you." He flipped open his little, dark blue, notepad and got ready to write something down.
         "I'm all ears!!" I looked up and laughed a bit as Logan rolled his eyes lightly.
         "How many stuffed animals do you have?" Logan kept a serious face as he asked me that. I blushed and looked back into my room to count them.
         "..........58, 59, 60, 61, 62. I think I have 62 stuffed animals. Why?" I looked back at him to see a slightly shocked expression as he was writing down. Logan started to mumble something to himself as he walked off.
         "Thank you for your cooperation Patton." Without so much as a glance back Logan walked over to Roman's door and knocked on it. I sighed and walked back into my room and grabbed my diary again.

~Roman's pov~

             I barely laid down my head when someone knocked on my door. I groaned and got up to answer the door. It was Logan. "What do you want? I am trying to take a nap!!" He rolled his eyes and shook his pen at me.
           "I have a question for you then you can take your 'nap.'" He looked a bit annoyed. Sighing I cross my arms.
        "Fine, what question do you have?" Logan glanced back down at his notepad and scribbled something out.
         "How many stuffed animals do you own?" I was a bit taken aback. Moving my hand to my chest I gasped dramatically.
        "Me?!? Having stuffed animals?!?!? You must have mad Logan!!!" He looked at me with glare that shut me up. "Fine, I have two......" Logan nods.
       "Thank you Roman. You can take your nap now." Before I could respond back he walked off down the hall while writing something down. He stopped at Virgil's room and hesitates a bit before knocking. I scoff and walk back into my room. Flopping down on my bed I finally managed to take my well needed, and deserved, nap.

#Logan's pov#

          I stopped at Virgil's door and froze. Our last talk did not end all that well. I wished I would of apologized to him after it happened but I didn't. Shaking off my thoughts I knocked on Virgil's door. I heard a soft thud and a clutter of something metal falling onto his floor before a cabinet was slammed shut. Footsteps were heard running around a string of curses as the door was thrown open. Virgil looked a bit paler than usual and his eye shadow was smudged a bit. "Hello Virgil."
         "Yeah Logan? What do you need?" When he spoke his voice was cracking a bit.
         "I have a question for you." Looking back down at my notepad I glanced over at the drawing in the bottom corner. It was a small heart with L+P written in it. I blushed a bit as Virgil spoke again.
         "What is your question?" Virgil crossed his arms and leaned against his door frame.
        "How many stuffed animals do you own?" He looked a bit taken aback but blushed lightly as he hid in his jacket.
        "I-I have one stuffed animal." I nodded and wrote it down.
       "Thank you for your cooperation Virgil." Starting to walk away I froze and turned back around. "Uh, actually Virgil......" He turned and looked up at me as he let his hand above the doorknob.
        "Yeah?" I looked down and then looked back up at him and took a deep breath.
        "I want to apologize to you for what I said. I know I shouldn't of said that to you and that it was very wrong on my part. I hope you can forgive me but if you can't I understand." Virgil turned fully towards me and looked a bit shocked. He smiled lightly and looked down.
       "I accept your apology Logan. Thank you for that." He turned and walked into his room. I smiled a bit and sprinted into my room carefully shutting the door behind me.

*Virgil's pov*

         Slowly taking my jacket off I look at my all to pale arms. Sighing lightly while still shaking and in the middle of a panic attack, I decided to listen to Insanity. After taking the blades out of the razor with skilled practice I set a blade to my wrist. You could see the very faint scars from the last time I did this. No one ever found out about that time. I didn't want anyone to know.
          "Do it now Virgil, or else!!" Insanity's voice rang through my head. I took a very deep breath trying to calm down.
          "In for four seconds, hold for seven, and out for eight." Repeating that in my head I drug the blade over my wrist. I gasped at the sharp pain that shot through my arm and squeezed my eyes shut. Slowly opening my eyes again I watched as blood bubbled to the surface of the new wound. It spilled over my arms onto the floor.
         "Good Virgil. Now do it again." Insanity purred to me. I brought the blade down again,

and again,

and again,

and again.

       Blood was all over the floor and on my shirt. As if coming out of a daze I looked at the five new cuts on my wrist. A knock sounded at my door and I jumped up quickly looking around as my anxiety set in. Dropping the blades I bent down to pick them up then opened a cabinet and tossed the razor and the blades into it and grabbed some wrap. Putting it around my arm I shut the cabinet and ran out of my bathroom making sure to grab my jacket on the way out. Cursing to myself I zipped the jacket up enough so no one could see the blood and I threw open my door to be greeted by Logan.

        \\Le time skip because I am very lazy right now.//

       After Logan left I shut and locked my door. Falling onto my bed my eyes closed. Insanity laughed a bit.
       "You really are weak aren't you Virgil? So pathetic." His words raced around my head as I fell into a fitful sleep.

"So pathetic."

"You really are weak."

"Pathetic.

"Weak."

       One thought stood above them all though. "No one can know."