Prinxiety

My new life

                                                                                      +Virgil's POV+
I can feel his eyes on my arms. Don't let them see! No, I need to get his voice out of my head. I have bruises all over because of James- "I'm doing this for your own good." He used to say- I knew that I should of reported it, but he would do worse if he ever found out that we did it.
"So...is that why you. stopped speaking earlier?"
Yes,yes it is! I want to scream. Instead I just sniff and nod weakly.
"Virgil,how long has this been going on?"
"If I'd have know I was going to be interrogated, I would of  killed him already."
"Virgil,I'm serious! How long has this been going on?"
"4 years." I say as casual as I can. I look up at him. His expression is a mix of:sympathy,anger, and sadness.
"We're going back to my house, and telling the others."
"NO! Please, don't. They will just treat me like I'm a broken, kicked puppy! I don't want you to tell them. I'm used to pain!"
To my surprise, he answers with, "So am I."
"What?"
"My soulmate has been either hurting themselves or somebody has been hurting them, or possibly both. I get the scars as well. When they have a panic attack, I do,When they get hurt, I do too and vice versa. Only I get hurt less because we are two different people. Which might of explained why I was shaking a little and they were probably having a full on panic attack. So basically what ever i feel, they feel and well yeah."
I must have been staring at him with a shocked look on my face, because he goes red. Eventually, I say, "Show me your arms and I'll show you mine." We both lift up our sleeves and I remove my bandages. Our faces are the same. Eyes and mouth open wide. We have the same red pattern on our arms from a knife, only mine are deeper. I cover mine up as much as I can and sit there in silence, as he