True Deceit

Chapter 38: Virgil- 2 Years Earlier- Part 2

TW- Injuries, trama

Virgil whimpered, clutching the railing tightly as Patton rolled up his sleeve and lightly dabbed his bleeding shoulder with a cotton bud.

"Hey, it's okay, deep breaths," Patton held a scroll of bandages to his arm, wrapping the cotton fabric snugly around the injury. "You're doing super well, everything is going to be okay."

Virgil flickered his eyes to Patton, who smiled kindly. "What's your name?"

Virgil swallowed, unsure how to answer. His real name felt private, and his title of paranoia didn't sit well with him. "I'm... my name is Anxiety."

"What happened to you?" Roman spoke up aragently. 

Anxiety shuddered, firing back defensively. "Who cares, what's your name? Prince Nosy of bad haircuts?"

"Creativity," he corrected hotly. "And this is Logic and Morality."
"But you can just call me Dad!" Patton grinned.

Anxiety felt a flash flood of fear rise up into his system. Dad? He wants me to call him Dad, like Deceit? I, I don't want a Father, I don't want to get hurt!

Virgil jolted into a stand, surprising Patton who he shoved away. "I need to stay here, can I stay in the Light Side?"
"Ha! No way, Jack Smellington," Roman laughed rudely. "Like we're going to let a disorder into our home."

"Creativity!" Patton gasped. "Don't be like that! He's hurt, there is clearly something wrong."

"If you don't mind me asking, Anxiety, what happened to your arm?" Logan questioned.

Anxiety shook his head, clenching his jaw. "I just need to stay here, are you guys going to let me?"
"No." Roman replied.

"Off course!" Patton responded in unison. He glared at Creativity before continuing. "I'll put you in the spare room. How does that sound?"

Virgil breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

Two weeks later: TW- Self harm

Virgil lied motionless atop his mattress, staring at the darkened ceiling with tears in his eyes. He'd just returned from his first Sander Sides video appearance, and never in his life had he felt so worthless. He was desperate for control, and yet he was so easily switched off by Lilly Singh's words of wisdom that he felt a dysfunctional amount of self-hatred.

"Father would never-" he instantly cut himself off, resting his head in his hands as his breathing hastened. He would never be the Side he was built to be, he was too tame, too minute to ever pose a real impact on Thomas.

He clutched his arm tightly, digging his nails into his skin. He was futile, expendable, a waste of space. The stronger his hold the more validated he felt, until he was so desperate to grain a mark in his forearm that he latched his jaw around his limb and pressed his teeth against his flesh. Despite the sense of pain, it felt good, like placing a bet on a winning horse. And, much like a gambling addiction, he was desperate for more.

He reached for the amulet around his neck, and was reminded it was gone. He wanted to clutch something, to stop himself from falling down the dangerous rabbit hole he could feel himself slipping into. But it wasn't there, and neither was his self-control. He wanted something sharper, something that would truly relieve him of his pain. What he needed was a blade. 

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