The Rose and its Thorns

The Thorn

(Virgil's pov)

I felt it again. I had tried to keep myself from this, locked the pills in a box, hid the key, locked the box in another one, hidden that key too. But still the pills called out to me.

"we'll make you feel better! take us! take us! we can help you!"

I felt the tears begin to stream down my face as I curled up into a tight ball, my nails ripping at my sides. I tried to fight it, it was too late. I knew where one key was. I crashed into the bathroom and opened the drawer. I grabbed the box and threw it onto my bed. I went to the vase Patton had given me and tipped it over. The key fell into my hand. I went to unlock the box Damn, wrong key I thought to myself. I began to tear apart my room looking desperately for the other key where the hell is it? the web! I remembered where I had put it. The highest web in my room, I grabbed the chair from my desk and pulled the web down. Empty? no, wait somethings there I pulled out a note saying 'looking for something dear?' it was in Deceit's handwriting. That bastard, its been awhile since he's seen me angry, lets see how he holds up.

I charged into their house, bursting down Deceit's door 

"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE KEY YOU PEICE OF SHIT" I screamed at him.

"calm down darling, and oh, do you mean this key?" He held up the key and grinned with that stupid coy grin of his. Before I knew what had happend I felt my hand hit his face.

"Don't give me that stupid grin. And NEVER CALL ME DARLING AGAIN YOU BASTARD." I growled at him. I sunk back into my room and unlocked the boxes, throwing them aside. Finally I had them in my hand. One will put me to sleep, two will knock me unconscious, three I'll sleep for 2 days, 5 will take me to the hospital, 8 will give me a coma, 10 will knock me dead. I stared at the pills in my hand. Just two at a time, you can do this, you've always wanted to. I heard a knock on the door.

"Virgil? are you ok? I heard crashing." It was Roman, that bastard always the hero, always 'saving' me from myself.

"i'm fine."I growled as I ran to the bathroom and locked that door to buy me time.

"I heard the bathroom door lock, are you sure you're ok?"

"I'M FINE" I screamed back at him. I was about to swallow the first two pills when I saw the blade sitting on the counter. I had alway been too weak to cut on the underside of my arm, it had always been on the top. The underside was too sensitive. It deserved to be carved out, but I was too weak to do it. Roman was pounding on the door, soon it would break. I grabbed the blade and sat against the wall and began. It was wonderful. The pain, the blood, the scent. It was familiar, calming even. Roman burst into the room, I heard him jiggle the bathroom door, and eventually break the door open. I saw the worry in his eyes as he looked at the blood, my arms, and eventually the pills.

"Virge, please tell me you didn't take them,"  Roman sounded worried. Why should he care? I'm what limits him after all.

"..." I refused to respond.

"Did you take them or not?"

"No, because somebody had to go be a worried brat." Roman sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose like a disappointed parent.

"Lets get you cleaned up." He tried to take off my hoodie

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You are taking a bath now" I of course glared at him. 

"Great, leave then."

"Nope"