As you already know, the sides knew very little about Virgil. They only knew him to be the dark persona that ruined everything. They didn't know his darkest secrets. They didn't know of the angelic voice he possessed or the beautiful artwork he could create. No, the only thing they saw was a disorder. And honestly Virgil normally agreed with them.
After being called freak, worthless, destructive, horrible, ugly, rude and so many other terrible things he began believing what they said no matter how untrue they were. It didn't take long for him to get hurt by there words, being the representation of anxiety made him feel as though he was only ever anxious. Everything they said to him made a cut deeper than the one before figuratively and literally. Unknown to the other sides when Virgil returned back to his room he wasn't planning his next moment to make Thomas's life terrible. No he was doing something that no one deserves but something he thought he did.
The other sides never questioned as to why Virgil only wore long pants and sleeves. They thought it could just be to add to his dark and mysterious look, or maybe science they thought he was so cold hearted he was actually always cold. But those sleeves covered something far more sinister than coldness. All over his body were cuts. His arms, legs and stomach looking like a mess for the years of lines covering them, some old and some from years ago scars, scabs and fresh lines littered his skin.
That wasn't his only problem though, he was deathly skinny and bony. He probably hadn't eaten scene last week. He had so many problems but refused to let anyone know, besides who would actually care.
After the most resent fight he couldn't take it. All there voices rang throughout his head, princy's dominating them all. He could still here the anger, the disappointment, the hatred in their voices.
Destructive
Ignorant
Selfish
Odd
Repulsive
Dumb
Emotionless
Replaceable
Virgil laid on the ground just moments from passing out from blood loss. He raised his newly sliced arm up, dripping with the old opened cuts and fresh new ones. He looked at his arm and read out the word he had just etched into his skin.
"I'm a disorder"
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Goodbye Disorder
FanfictionThis is a Sander Sides story about Virgil. The sides can be hurt or even die. They can feel pain and emotions other than what they represent. When a side dies, something happens. It starts with there body instantly disappearing when they die. Soon a...
