*Discontinued* Beast~prinxiety

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(TW~False awakening nightmares, blood, death, multiple ways one person can commit suicide, panic, hateful words, choking) 
(You all can thank SanderStalker for giving me this idea. She came up with the scene plot for me to work off of... so... Blame her hahahahahahaha) 

Screams filled the air shocking Roman awake and plunging him into the sudden silence. His heart raced as his ears rang. He tried to swallow his fear but it was hard. At least it wasn't a nightmare like the night before. He didn't know if he could handle another dream like that. He took a few moments to just breathe before letting out a calmed breath. He smiled softly as he looked around only to pause. He wasn't in his room. 

Roman blinked several times trying to work through his thoughts before frowning. He had gone to Virgil's room... and by the looks of things he had stayed so... where's Virgil?

"Virgil?" Roman called out as he walked through the halls. "Virgil, are you up?" Roman passed a clock and frowned. "Dude, it's 12 o'clock. What are you doing up so early?" Roman chuckled a bit as he slowly made his way through the castle until he found himself standing at the front door. an odd sound caught his attention. He frowned with growing anxiety as he slowly opened the door...

Just in time to see Virgil's body crash into the dirt.

Roman jumped up with a start, panic burning his lungs as he furiously wiped his tears away. He groaned in frustration as he started to laugh. What kind of nonsense was that? He's had nightmares. Obviously... He's had all kinds of nightmares. Usually revolving around those he cares for dying. He's had them every night since he watched his mother die in front of him but... but that was different. Virgil died yes but... What the hell kind of a nightmare starts with you waking up-

"Virgil?" Roman tensed as he realized once again Virgil was not in the bed with him. "Ok, I am not going to panic." Roman nodded in an attempt to force himself to comply. Unfortunately... "Ok, Virgil... Where the hell are you?" As he followed the same paths down the halls his anxiety grew. He spotted a clock and his eyes narrowed. "It's one... well ok. That's not odd at all." He froze on the spot at the front door. He had half a mind just to turn away but... He couldn't do it. He had to know. He pushed himself forward through the door and... 

Nothing.

Roman let out a shaky breath as he looked up with a sort of smiled. That was until he spotted something in one of the upper floor windows. His heart crashed as he took off running. He burst into one of the long-abandoned bedrooms and froze up in shock. All he could hear was the swinging of the rope.

"VIRGIL!" Roman's eyes snapped open as he just laid there frozen in shock. Another one? What the hell was happening. Roman frowned as anxiety burned through him. He tensed as felt behind him only to sigh in relief feeling someone there. His eyes met the small clock on the nightstand and he frowned. It read 2 o'clock. "Hey... Virgil?" Roman laid there staring off as he tried to work through his thoughts. "I know I... I probably said this many many times last night but... I don't know. I just... My heads telling me something is wrong and that it's my fault. So... I'm going to apologize again and..." Roman's pupils dilated as the scent of blood filled his sense. He swallowed his fear as he felt behind him again only to choke back a sob went his hand met with something wet. "Not again. Please not again. Not..." Roman sat himself up only to break at the sight before him. Virgil sat there blood dripping from his slit throat, knife in his lap. "No!" Roman jumped over him praying for a sign... a pulse... a breath. Nothing. "No, no, no... NO!"

"FUCK!" Roman's eyes shot open instantly meeting a clock reading 3 and he laughed. He laughed loudly until that laugh turned into ta scream as he curled into himself. He just wanted this madness to end he just... Roman sat himself up with a growl as he wiped his tears away. He forced himself up with determination. Virgil wasn't in bed... but this time... this time he would save him. Or at least he thought he would until he walked into the living room find Virgil lying dead with a knife to the heart.