DEAR JOURNAL

YEAR ELEVEN PT 3

TW-depression being a dick, harsh language, arguing
-Liz
———————
Roman's pov

Dear journal,

I want to be mad at Logan and V for hiding the fact that they have been tracking Depression for the past year but my worry trumps (don't say the T word) my anger. Apparently Dee has been hiding out in an old Dragon Witch cave. V wants to split paranoia and himself. As someone who has had the same things happen to him...it isn't fun. It hurts like hell and then there is a hole where your other half used to be. Remus and I are a lot closer now but I still feel empty where he used to be.

We teleported to some forest and rested for a bit because none of us could teleport all the way to the cave and still have the strength to walk. Then we teleport to the cave.

"Ro, how do you want to do this?" Logan asks me as I pace by the entrance.

"I don't know, do we really need a strategy? Let's just go in there, get my boyfriend, knock some sense into paranoia, then go home" Logan face palms and Patton shakes his head like crazy.

"If you want to be murdered, be my guest" he says.

"Fine by me"

"BOTH OF YOU CHILL OUT THIS ISN'T HELPING VIRGIL!" Patton yells while stepping in between us.

"We don't need to spend a year making a plan, let's just go in and get my son!" Logan and I grumble in agreement and walk into the cave. There is a burnt out campfire in the middle of it with Dee standing next to it. I lunge at him with my sword. He teleports five feet away, behind Dad and Logan.

"Hello to you too" Dee scoffs.

"Where is Virgil" I spit out at him, he chuckles.

"Wouldn't you like to know"

"Yes, he would like to know,that is why he asked," Logan says. Everyone in the room face palms.

"Babe, not now please"

"Time out for thee and time out for thee focus on issues or focus on me" Dee chirps up.

"Yeah, I'm stealing that line"

"Are all of you stupid!" He snaps.

"YES!"I retaliate. He scoffs and throws his hands up.

"You guys make being evil so fucking easy"

"Just give us V" I say.

"Yeah.......no" ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he might be worse then Remus.

"Then can we at least see him?" Patton says, Dee laughs.

"Fine whatever" he waves his hand and an hourglass appears in front of us. Inside the bottom half there is Virgil. If this wasn't so serious I would make a Aladdin reference. He isn't wearing his hoodie, instead he has a white leather jacket that has his storm cloud on the back with white ripped jeans and a tight lavender under shirt. Damn......NOT NOW BRAIN! A different aura is coming from him. It feels....lighter. He feels like a light side......where is paranoia. Virgil's eyes snap open and he stands up. He looks around and faces us. His mouth is moving but we can't hear him. It makes me think of all the nightmares I have helped him through. They all have just about the same ending: me or the others ignoring him or not being able to hear him. This has got to be torture for V. I walked over to the glass prison and placed my hand in front of him. He then places his hand over mine.

"V? Can you hear me?" I ask. I don't get any reaction from him other than a confused look. Then something strange happens, the top half of the glass starts glowing. v looks around, confused. Small specs of sand start to fall from the top.

"Ok, well it is fun to watch your guy's romantic moment. I would much rather get this show on the road" Dee says while yawning. The three of us look at him confused.

"Ughhhh" he says while rubbing his temples.

"You guys know how stuff like this works, whatever I'll just explain it, you have four days to find four keys blah blah blah, as your doing that the hourglass will fill up and suffocate anxiety blah blah blah, if you don't he is gonna he under my control blah blah blah" things can never be simple can they?! The sand in the hourglass starts to fall faster, and V backs away from the middle.

"Well better get started" he snaps his fingers and Virgil disappears.

"Let the games begin" he bows and disappears.

—————————
Ughhh sorry this was so short
We write most of these at like 3am for me and 2am for Alec so if we are writing a bunch at one time it gets hard to think
-Liz