Why is it always me? LAMP/CALM (DISCONTINUED)

Turning 8

Virgil: Just turning 8
Remy: 14
None of the other characters will be in this chapter

TW: abuse, blood and insomnia.

3rd person POV ( at Virgil's house)

It was Virgil's 8th birthday today. The day he gets to write to his soulmate for the first time. He still has to wait an hour for his time of birth then it's time... 𝑔𝑜𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒. Virgil thought. He already gets hurt enough what if his soulmate is a male or he has multiple...

Virgil doesn't like the idea of soulmates because both of his parents soulmates died. The only thing he thinks soulmates bring is sadness. When you fight you feel sad and worst of all... When they die you feel sad apparently that's the worst sort of pain. When your soulmate dies.

Virgil's been thinking for an hour in till he feels a tingle of his arm... He looks down at his arm to see dark blue writing saying salutations. Then red writing... WAIT red writing he thought...

Virgil's POV

'No this can't be happening I can't have two soulmates!' he thought
The red writing said greetings L
' Who's L... Oh maybe it's the dark blue handwriting guy' he thought.

"VIRGIL " an angry voice yelled
' oh great dads home...' I thought ' better get prepared for a beating'
I walked downstairs slowly to see my Dad starting at me. I then realised that that I didn't do the dishes or clean the floor... I am doomed. He came closer to me stomping while doing it then took my jacket off roughly.

' NO NO NO he's going to see that I have two soulmates'
"WTF IS THIS YOU FREAK! DO YOU HAVE 2 SOULMATES!" Boomed my dad.
"Y-yes F-f-fa-father," I say while thinking damn my stutter.
My dad yells at me again for stuttering.
Then the beating starts.

He starts hitting me over and over again... Not stopping. I try not to scream because that will just make it worse. I silently cry. While my father is booming thoughts in my ear like " you're a disappointment. Mistake. Disgusting. Ugly. Brat." While he said those things I let them sink in. I am all of those things.

Then suddenly he just stops. I look up to he is grabbing a knife. I really need to scream. But that will just make it worse. I Squirm back trying to get away from him. It's no use he keeps getting closer till I hit the wall. Try so hard to hold back a scream.

He comes closer. Now he is close enough to cut me. ' No No No!' I think in my head. ' Please no...' Just as I thought that I felt the knife slicing my hand open. Blood going down my hand. Down my arm. Down my elbow... Now he grabs the other hand... He starts slicing it open. I almost screamed but I held it back. Blood still dripping he forces me onto my back. He starts making more and more cuts. Blood now dripping down my sides and onto my stomach.

He keeps making cuts on my back till he thinks I learnt my lesson even though it wasn't even my fault. Dad yelled again saying " Now go make me some dinner mistake! " I try to get up as quickly as possible so I can go back to my room and try to at least get an hour of sleep in.

One hour later

I walk back up to my room to see my older brother Remy sitting there. I love him and he is the only person I will ever love. He is 14, 6 years older than me. He also gets hurt sometimes but not as much as me. But that's not his fault.

He starts speaking in his soft and calming voice " are you okay little one?" I smile at the nickname "yeah I guess but this was worse than the last time he brought out the knives..." I replied back. He frowned a bit but then got the bandages out and wrapped the cuts up. He then comfort me but then has to go back to his room to do homework since he is in highschool.

3 hours later 12 am

3 hours later still can't get to sleep. Thoughts running in my mind of why someone that I share blood with would do this to me. What is the point? Like I don't even want a soulmate let alone 2.

I feel another tingly feeling up my arm. I don't look at it. Why should I the only reason I got hurt is because I had 2. I am not in the mood today. I am tempted to say shut up but then leave it since I don't want them to know I exist in general.

Thoughts keep running through my head. and then I see the sunrise. ' great another sleepless night to add to the collection' I thought sarcastically

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