It'll get better, I promise! Moceit fanfic (on hiatus)

Chapter 1.

Patton's pov:
I flinched as the crimson door slammed mear inches from my face. I had once again tried to help Roman yet I was failing miserably. It seemed to get worse every time I tried however it all ended the same. I stepped away from the prince's room looking down. I'm so pathetic I can't even help one of my friends. I'd tried to help all of them and I'm close to giving up. None of the will accept my help and will only just shut me out no matter how hard I try. It's hard enough to even find Logan and Virgil is always on edge. Roman hasn't left his room in ages. Thomas' creativity seems to be weaker than usual sometimes being really strong laced in emotions of sorrow or anger but those outbursts are rare. His anxiety will shoot through the roof whenever Virgil was to see Janus. And Logan he barely hangs around any of us anymore yet he's only sometimes in his room and that's when he's doing work. Is it too much to ask to have my FamILY!
I slowly walked back to my room feeling like sh-sh-shhhhh-shoit. I opened my light blue door with clouds and rainbow letters spelling FamILY. As I trudged over to my bed I noticed a picture, it was of all of us though instead of Remus and roman it was the king. I stopped in my tracks and changed directions to the picture. We all looked happy and I can sense from the picture we all were. I miss it! I didn't even notice I was crying till I felt a tear land on my wrist. I immediately started wiping my tears but they kept falling no matter how hard I tried. I had collapsed onto my bed completely giving up in trying to stop. I began to sob into my pillow, I couldn't stop I wanted to but I couldn't. Pathetic isn't it...
"It is Patton! You are worthless and pathetic!" A voice echoed in my head. It was true. I continued sobbing through the night the voice returning saying other things to me: that I'm a waste, can't even do my job right and much more. I finally passed out from exhaustion seeing a blurry figure tuck me in in my last seconds of consciousness. Who had I bothered? Why did they even come in? Did they need something? Was I too loud?

Henlo people welcome to my book knowing me i'll probably write in this every now and again until I forget it exists remembers and then delete it unless this book actually does really well then I might keep it. Also if there is any spelling errors please tell me thank you and bye!!! 🖤💙🤍