Sander Sides One Shots (cuz why not?)

Water Washes It Away (Royality)

SOOOOOO

Basically I wrote a very angsty chapter in a different book

and MORE agnst in a DIFFERENT book/

So I stole my own works and added them together to make it better and change the names

Enjoy the angst

never thought changing names and the POV would be hard...

BACKGROUND: Patton ran away deep into the woods and passed out by a tree. He woke up in Roman's house and instantly fell in love. Currently, Roman is upstairs working on some videos with Thomas and Virgil when....

TW: Cutting, suicidal thoughts and vomiting (ig)

Also Pre-T Trans Patton ig that's what you call it (correct me if I'm wrong)

Patton had picked up the note that was sketched on with Roman's curly handwriting that was taped up on the fridge. Patton smiled softly at Roman's signature, as if he was professional. Roman's handwriting made Patton melt inside, yet Patton didn't know why. Patton had always been one to have his emotions build up way to quickly to then come crumbling down around him.

Yet, Roman was digging into Patton's head without knowing it. Patton felt something he'd never felt before, and it was really affecting him. Sure, Patton had felt as if he was in love, but nothing like what Roman made Patton feel. Patton couldn't take it a second longer.

Patton explored Roman kitchen, even though he wasn't hungry. But what more could he expect? He's living in a stranger's house until the police come by and takes Patton homes. Roman said it himself when he lashed out at Patton days ago. Yet, Roman doesn't know Patton's pain. Roman doesn't know Patton was from an abusive family. Roman didn't know anything about Patton, really. Patton looked through Roman's pantry, fridge, and the cabinets. Patton found what he wanted.

Patton dashed upstairs, tripping a bit as he swung into the bathroom. He slammed the door louder than what he wanted but he couldn't stop himself. It's as if someone took control of Patton's body, yet Patton let in to what the force was doing. Patton locked the door behind him and stripped off his shirt.

Patton wasn't the most fit person for my age. His bones stuck out against the tight skin that wrapped around his frail form. He could easily trace out his ribs and even his lungs as his skin sucked in on itself. His stomach seemed to curve, but not like a normal curve, it was a backwards curve that curved into his stomach, pressing against each organ ever-so-slightly. Patton soon found himself stripping of clothing completely as tears stung his eyes. Patton traced his own skin with his eyes as his body quivered in the cold air that nipped at his flesh. Patton stood on a small stool to see his legs in the mirror, the muscles pulsing as he stood on the tips of his toes, the skin seemed stretched across hos legs and knees. It almost seemed as if Patton was lacking skin, or he owned the same skin that never grew since he was just a baby. Patton will never know for sure, but all he know is his skin seems stripped and skinny, something that haunted him since forever.

Patton feel tears begin to burn as he trace his form with his eyes. Every curve and corner and cut and bruise brought more burning to his eyes, yet Patton couldn't take his eyes off his body. His hands slammed into his thin waist, lining his body, trailing his skin. Patton felt his body start to shake as the thumping of his heart started to pound against his weak ribs. Patton tore off his binder and watched as his body fell and lowered into its natural position. Patton's stomach flipped in on itself. Patton dashed to the toilet and wretched into the bowl. Patton let his lunch flow out of his mouth and he emptied my stomach. Patton wretched and gagged until his stomach flipped back to normal. Patton felt fine, except his head was beaded with sweat and his mind was throbbing inside his skull. Patton didn't feel sick, but he sure did just that. He flushed and watched his lunch swirl down into the bowl as Patton slammed onto the floor.

Patton was far from over.

Patton stood up after his head ceased throbbing and flipped on the shower.  He let the water warm up before stepping into the shower with the knife. He let the water run down his face, he let the steam warm up his frozen legs. Patton observed the knife as it shined against the bathroom lights. He watched the water run off the edges. He watch the water run over the base. Patton flipped his hand over so he got a clear view of his palm. He set the sharp edge of the knife just below his wrist. He put a little pressure on the knife to pierce his skin, before dragging it across his arm. He watched the crimson liquid ooze out of his wound. The water seeped into the dash, earning Patton to suck in air between his teeth. He placed the knife just below the cut, then he repeated his steps of cutting himself. This dash cut in deep, Patton whined and tears filled his eyes. he cut himself one more time before dropping the knife and screaming. Though he doubt anyone heard him. He watched his arm grow red around the dashes. He felt hot tears roll down his cold cheeks. The water of the shower soaked Patton and his hair. Patton let the water seep deep into his veins.

Someone knocked on the door rapidly. Patton turned off the water and wrapped himself in towel. He stood looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was dripping down onto his chest.

"W-who is it?" Patton sputtered out. The knocks continued.

"Who Is IT?" Patton shouted. The knocking didn't stop. Patton got annoyed, so he flew open the door.

"What do you want Roman?" Patton demanded.

"We heard screaming, are you okay?" Roman asked, his eyes going large in worry.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Patton said, holding the knife behind his back.

"Well, okay... Just don't scare us again please." Roman said.

"I understand. I'm sorry." Patton spoke before closing the door on Patton.

~Patton's Thoughts:~

Gosh dang it. I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have screamed. I must not make them worry. I don't want Roman to worry. I'm the least important thing in his life, and it should stay that way. He's dreamy, handsome and charming. I doubt he's gay or even likes me a little. So why do I bother? I'm running away. I should mean nothing to anyone. I don't want to be anything to anyone. I just want to be alone.

I just want to die....

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um.. there you go!

See ya later my perfect potatoes