Goodbye Disorder

Part 5

"What is up everybody!"
Thomas began the intro to the video, Virgil zones out not really paying attention until they really started. "Okay, so I though that today we would do another little Q&A video for the viewers. What you guys think about that?". "That would be satisfactory." Logan replied, "Oh I can't wait this will be so much fun with my kiddos!" Patton, and Roman "That sounds like an excellent idea my wonderful host!".

Princy. Virgil thought. Always being over dramatic, though he is really cute when he acts all regal. Anxiety was snapped out of his thoughts when he realized the other sides were looking at him expecting an answer. "Ya sure, whatever" Virgil said shrinking into himself, he slightly mumbled to himself "Not like anyone would care if I didn't want to anyways".

Like you'll actually get any questions. The voice in Virgils head started up. Who would want to learn more about an ugly emo freak like you. Your disgusting and worthless and everyone just wishes you would disappear. Leave now, no one would notice, go get your blade start running it over your ar—

The voice's little banter got cut off by Thomas, "Vigil the first question is for you!", "Ugh you can't be serious people actually want to hear about that emo freak, I should get all the questions I'm supposed to be the favorite!" Roman spat out venomously to Virgil. He chocked back the sob the begged to be let out and prepared himself for the question. "Okay so anxiety," Virgil cringed at the name, they new his real name was Virgil but they still referred to him as Anxiety. "What is your favorite hobby?"

Virgil panicked, he couldn't let them know. Think of how much they would laugh at him if they found out he liked to sing and draw, they might try to take it away from him. He had to give a different answer, the one that was expected of him. He couldn't let them get through his walls. "I like sulking around and listing to loud emo music", he said trying to sound as bored and carefree as possible. Everyone just nodded expecting that as my answer.

"Okay next question is for—- Virgil again!" Thomas said surprised. Roman had a look of pure hatred on his face. Virgil nervously shifted under everyone's gaze. "Shoot" he said referring to the question, "Okay, anxiety do you sing or draw or maybe even both?!" Virgil had a look of pure fear in his face, he didn't want the others to know, if they new they would immediately ask him to sing and draw only to criticize him. He wouldn't be able to handle that. "No I can't never have and never will" he rushed out. The sides looked at him skeptically, "Come you have to be good at something!" Patton said all bubbly. "The only thing he's good at is ruining everything" Roman mumbled, he thought no one heard him but Virgil did.

"I said NO now please move on to the next question!" Virgil yelped startling the others. "Okay moving on I guess" Thomas said, unbeknownst to all of them the he was on the verge of a panic attack. Nevertheless he chocked it down not wanting to cause a scene. As the continued on they all got basic questions for the most part and soon enough it was over. Of course it wasn't soon enough for Virgil. He was scratching at his arms the entire time trying to find some relief, he re-opened a lot of scars.

Once he got to his room he locked his door and got his blade out of his dresser. He just kept cutting and cutting. One cut, two cut, three cut four, I am worthless to the core. Five cut, six cut, seven and eight, for me dying is all that awaits, nine cut, ten cut, twelve and thirteen, isn't it fun to watch my blood run and gleam.

Virgil just kept repeating the process until he worked his way up to about 20 cuts. He had barely and energy but still picked himself up and made his way into his private bathroom. He slowly rinsed off his arms and dried them off wincing a lot at the pain of the contact with his fresh cuts. As he made his way to his bed he looked into the corner and saw his piano. It was beautiful, black and sleek with a small layer of dust covering it. Virgil hasn't played in a while, but for some reason right now he felt so drawn to it. He made his way over and carefully sat down placing his hands on the keys. He played a couple notes just to get more familiar with it. Once he felt good he started to play a song, after playing through the begging he began to sing,

"Welcome to the panic room
Where all your darkest fears are gonna
Come for you, come for you
Welcome to the panic room
You'll know I wasn't joking
When you see them too, see them too
Welcome to the panic room
(Welcome to the
Welcome to the)
There's no crying wolves now
'Cause the truth has settled in
Hiding under goose down
For your nightmare to begin
There's no crying wolves now (welcome to the, welcome to)
'Cause the truth has settled in (welcome to the, welcome to the)
Hiding under goose down (welcome to the, welcome to the)
For your nightmare to begin (welcome to the, welcome to the)
Welcome to the panic room
Where all your darkest fears are gonna
Come for you, come for you
Welcome to the panic room
You'll know I wasn't joking
When you see them too, see them too
Hell raising, hair raising"

Virgil stoped for a moment tears dripping down his face blurring his vision and his arms burning with pain. He took a deep breath and finished.

"I'm ready for the worst"