Fuck's sake, what's your fucking problem? Virgil to anyone
Warnings: Language, negative thoughts, angst
Word Count: 449
I’m sorry…but I’m also not sorry. IMPORTANT MESSAGE about the taglist under the cut. IF YOU WERE TAGGED, PLEASE READ.
Virgil was having a bad day. He sat in his room, hunched up on the bed, headphones blaring, trying to drown out the thoughts that chased themselves around in the corners of his mind. You’re not good enough. You’re letting them down. They hate you. Virgil groaned and pushed the headphones against his ears, willing the voices away. He squeezed his eyes shut and hugged his knees to his chest, burying his head in his arms. A knock sounded from his door, and he buried his head deeper. No, not today. Just leave me alone.Another knock, accompanied by a gentle “Virgil?” Patton’s voice. No, please don’t, Patton, please leave me alone…“Virgil? You okay in there, kiddo?” “Go away, Patton,” Virgil’s voice was muffled through his hoodie sleeves and through the door. “What? I didn’t hear you, hon,” Patton said, his voice kind and soothing. Part of Virgil wanted to open the door, let the paternal side in, and cry into his shoulder until he didn’t have any tears left. But Patton would be full of pity for him, and Virgil didn’t want pity. He couldn’t stand pity, it just made him feel weak and pathetic. “Virgil?” Patton’s voice called again, full of concern. “Go away!” Virgil insisted, lifting his head up. There was a beat of silence, and for a moment he thought Patton might have actually listened to him, then his door opened a crack, Patton’s face peeking in. “Virgil? Please, if you’re not feeling good-” Something in Virgil snapped, and he shot to his feet, his hands clenched into fists. “Fuck’s sake, what’s your fucking problem?” he shouted, his hands shaking. “Of course I’m not feeling good, I’m Anxiety! Anxiety isn’t good! I’m not good! Why don’t you see that? Why can’t you just leave me alone!?!” Patton stared at him in shock, tears welling up in his eyes.“Kiddo, I-”“I am not your kiddo!” Virgil yells before slamming the door shut in Patton’s face. He turns the lock on the door, breathing heavily. He hears muffled footsteps run down the hall, and the sound of Patton’s door slamming shut. The sound breaks him out of his blind rage, and he puts his hand up to his mouth, realizing what he’s done. He sinks to the floor, his head in his hands, and the voices come back, ten times as loud, reverberating around his skull. You ruin everything.He hates you. It’s all your fault. Tears started to fall from his eyes, and he squeezed them shut, wishing he could just disappear. You’re worthless. You’re weak.You don’t belong. Alone in their rooms, Anxiety and Morality cried together, with no one to comfort them.
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