Always Chasing Stars

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  Been a while since I last updated. So, here y'all go!!! I'm actually so sorry it's been so long.

  School is a bitch! Especially since this is the time of the year when I begin to let go of grades and fall apart completely 😂😂

  Anyways, READ MY SHITASTIC STORY!!!!!

  VIRGIL POV

  I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling for a minute. The ceiling fan was on, sending a light breeze over my body. Sitting up, I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing my hoodie; only my torn purple t-shirt.

  I looked around for it with mild panic. I never leave my room without it. It makes me feel safe, like I'm somewhat presentable, no matter what Roman says.

  I rubbed my eyes, clearing those thoughts from my head, and crawled from my bed and over to my closet. I turned on the light and opened the door. I looked at the many pairs of pants and shirts I owned but never wore.

  But, I froze. That's when I saw it.

  I let out a terrible shriek as I noticed the pair of soft orange eyes in my closet. But, when I blinked, they were gone. I summoned a very long kitchen knife from downstairs and aimed it at the closet.

  Slowly, I walked towards the door and nudged it open. When I was wide enough, I jumped into my closet frantically stabbing at whatever I could. But, there was no screaming, there was no body here. A rush of thoughts cycled through my head at once;

  Maybe it was a trick of the light?

  NO! That was a pair of eyes.

  Yeah!, But you didn't find anyone in there.

  Shut the fuck up! THOSE WERE EYES. PLUS WE LIVE IN A MINDSCAPE!! THE BITCH IS PROBABLY MAGIC!

  I stopped to let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. I inhaled, exhaled on four, inhaled at six, and exhaled on eight. I walked over to the door, discarding the knife as it disappeared back downstairs, and grabbed my hoodie. It had been hanging on the inside doorknob of the closet door.

  I slipped it on and walked towards my door. I walked out of my room to see the hallway was completely grey monochrome. There where no light browns of the carpet and no gold for th doorknobs; only a grey color scheme met my eyes.

  As I neared the stairs, I stopped by Roman's room. I put my hand on the doorknob to find Roman standing in front of his full body mirror, posing in the mirror with his sword. But that wasn't the unsettling part.

  It was the simple fact that he was frozen in place. Just a statue, the same monochrome grey as from the hallway; the redish-brown color gone from his hair, the beautiful golden-brown of his eyes nowhere to be found.

  I backed up into the hallway, closing the door. I turned to Logan's door and peaked inside as well. There stood Logan by his bed; a frozen monochrome statue of him reading a book.

  I quickly rushed out of his room, panic overcoming me. I turned quickly to patton's door closer to the stairs and found a monochrome Patton sitting in his bed surrounded by stuffed animals and pictures of us and Thomas and the rest of Thomas's family.

  I closed his door hard but there came no sound. I froze, feeling as though I was being watched. I slowly turned to look down the hall at my bedroom door. There, in the line of view of the slightly cracked door, I saw the pair of orange eyes staring at me intensely.

  I panicked and jolted down the stairs. I heard heavy footsteps behind me, tears pricking in my eyes as my blood turned cold from panic. I rounded the corner of the stairs and ran towards the hall of the front door.