Paranoid

Because I was one of them

Virgil paced around his room, fiddling with his fingers. This is bad. This is bad. This is really REALLY bad. He looked around at his dark and messy room. His airway and brain felt fogged in the hurricane swirling in his brain. A hard knock appeared on his door as he quickly turned around. The doorknob turned slowly as one of the sides walked in. Virgil prayed so hard for it to be Patton. To cry into him as he tells him, "everything is going to be alright, kiddo." But alas it was Roman. Virgil sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. Roman hesitantly walked closer, though he kept his head and shoulders up high.
"I heard what you said to Thomas." Roman said, standing above him.
"What did you hear?" Virgil asked, dumbly.
"That you were one of them." He crossed his arms. Virgil raised an eyebrow in response. "I'm guessing Remus and Janus know. Obviously. But did anyone else?"
"Why are you even in my room? Look I don't owe you anything." Virgil stood up.
"I think we have a right to know." Roman frowned. "Am I the only one who didn't?" There were three more knocks at Virgil's door.
"Virgil? May I come in?" He locked eyes with Logan and sighed. Virgil nodded as Logan calmly walked in. "I heard." Virgil looked at the ground in shame. "Virgil, I'm sorry this happened."
"Excuse me, Slow-gan, but you're a little late."
"Logan." Virgil looked up at him. "Am I a good person?" Logan pushed back a little as he adjusted his glasses. The silence filling the room was deafening.
"What brought you to this question?" He asked.
"Kiddos? Is everyone okay? Thomas was having a hard time taking his anti-anxiety medication and.." Patton walked in at the sight of everyone.
"Patton, you'll answer. Am I a good person?"
"Wait, Virgil, what's going on?" Patton asked, turning his head for the others to answer as well.
"Glad I'm not the only one without a ticket to the pity party." Roman huffed. The noise was becoming worse than the silence.
"Look." Virgil struck out his hands to bring everyone's attention back. "I know I can be selfish, and an asshole, and self-destructive at times." Virgil let out a sigh. "But I'm good, right? Like I'm a good person? I help, right?" The three sided looked amongst themselves, not knowing how to answer. Virgil stood there in shock. "Wow." His voice shook as he looked away again.
"Virgil, I'm gonna need you to focus on your breathing. You're gonna lead yourself into a panic attack." Virgil pushed his fingers through his hair.
"I thought I was doing the right thing. Everytime I try I fail, again, and again." His breathing becomes heavy as he paces.
"Virgil, I'm going to ask you," Logan began but Virgil cut him off.
"Shut it! Just give me room to breathe!" He shouted, extending his hands forward. Logan was overcome by a purple aura as a black, ink like substance began to appear on Virgil's fingertips and draw up his arm.
"What's happening?" Patton asked, terrified. Logan was unable to move.
"Unhand him right now." Roman said, about to draw his sword.
"No no no, not again." Virgil said to himself as he looked at the blackness forming. "I gotta get outa here." Virgil was about to sink out before looking at Patton. "I'm sorry." As Virgil left, Logan fell to the floor.
"What in Zeus's name was that?" Roman said, kneeling to help Logan up. Logan cleared his throat.
"In a high state of anxiety, Logical thought can be stopped. It's most commonly referred to as fight or flight." Logan picked up his glasses. "I assure you I'm alright, but I'm more worried about Virgil."
"What about him?" Patton asked, putting a hand on Logan's shoulder. Logan looked back at him.
"I'm afraid he's in danger. You only saw the beginning of what he can do. Anxiety is a very powerful being." He sighed and looked at both of them. "Walk swiftly. We have little time." Logan said while leaving. The others quickly followed suit.