Virgil, once a Dark Side is now a Light Side.
But the past often doesn't leave good enough alone.
When the other sides only make Virgil feel worse, who's to stop him from just ending it all.
Of course, Thomas taking pills to keep Virgil at bay d...
One - thanks to all of you guys that commented and messaged me asking if I was okay
That really means a lot to me
Like hey, maybe someone might actually care if I died or anything
Anyways I'm really sorry I missed updates again. Monday was a planned break but then last night I had one horrible ass migraine and I slept for 12 freaking hours
TWO - I AM BEGGING YOU GUYS STOP COMMENTING ABOUT MY GRAMMAR ERRORS
It completely destroys my self esteem and it hurts
And I know that sounds incredibly stupid but I'm really fucking fragile and I don't like having my mistakes constantly being pointed out in something I'm really proud of
A real kick to the gut ya know
And I know for some of you it's like second nature or something but I am begging you to stop
You yourselves are not annoying, please don't think that, I just get really brought down when I have my mistakes and errors constantly pointed out
Sorry
I'm being annoying
I'll shut up
Imma just yeet myself into death
TRIGGER WARNINGS : talks about panic attacks
Virgil POV I stared down at my hands in utter shock. Tiny purple sparks twisted all over my hands. I could feel a faint buzz of electricity but otherwise the sparks didn't hurt me in any way.
It was a surreal feeling. Seeing the sparks there but not really feeling them on my hands. But slowly they started dissipating and were gone as soon as they appeared.
"Yes!" Yelled Wylan, jumping up a bit. "I knew you could do it!"
I just kept looking up at him and back to my hands over and over. I couldn't get over the utter shock. Wylan ran over to me, a huge smile on his face for once. He clasped my hands in his.
"I'm really sorry about what I said," Wylan apologized. "I hope you understand I didn't mean any of that."
"Yeah, yeah, screw that," I mumbled. "I fucking created lightening."
"I know," Wylan squealed. "It's so cool isn't it?"
"It felt...really good," I breathed, still in shock.
"Yeah, it'll become a stress reliever but also make panic attacks worse," He warned me.
"How?" Roman asked warily, coming up to us. I didn't even hear him jump down and come over here.
