Unaccepted

Chapter 21: I See Things That Nobody Else Sees

(A/N: Sorry couldn't find the Cry Baby album audio version so screw it)

TW: CUTTING

Virgil's POV:

"Dollhouse" came on. Coolio. I was still soaking in self-hate. Thomas hates you. He doesn't need you. He never needed you. They all will be better off without you, you useless rat. At least I have better insults! No, you don't. Fine. But can you leave me alone, I'm in the shower!! Fuck no. I realized I was crying. Not panicking, just crying. I tried to hold back, but soon those cries turned into loud sobs. Luckily the music and water would drown it out.
"Why am I so unimportant and useless??" I whispered to myself.

Logan's POV:

I heard loud music coming from Anxiety's room.
"I see things that nobody else sees"
Well, unusual lyrics from music. I should expect that, he's Anxiety. He probably listens to unhappy songs. I don't prefer music, unless if it's a musical or an orchestra. I heard water running, so I assumed he was taking a shower. Shower? Why would he need to take a shower? Oh yeah, it's important. Wait, we all technically take one every day, so why is he taking another? Did he forget? Wait forget what? What am I even reeling about? Oh well, I'll go get some food. I am a bit famished.

I came downstairs and saw Patton watching some cartoon. I went into the kitchen. Wait why am I in here? Oh well, I'll go sit down. My head still hurts though.
"Hey, Lo!" Patton exclaimed.
"Oh, salutations Patton."
"You okay? You seem confused"
"Oh, I walked into the kitchen, and I don't remember why," I said. It's true. He gave me a worried look.
"Logan... are you... okay?"
"Yes, I believe I am so, besides my... 'hangover' causing me to have a headache. Oh! That's it! It also causes a lack of concentration. That's why I am being forgetful. I'm not concentrating on a specific thought long enough, causing me to think of something else, forgetting the previous thought before that."
"Logan... you should take some Advil"
"Oh, that's the other thing I came down here for. Roman has told me too. Okay then, I will"
"Good..." Patton said.

After I grabbed a pill, I took a glass and filled it up with water and took a swig and swallowed the pill. Hopefully, this works. I'm going to go continue my work upstairs in my room.

Roman's POV:

    I can finally stop sinking into my Commons room. Also, why did that stupid snake attack me? What was his motive? What did I have against him? Oh well, I'm still pretty mad at him. I heard loud music coming from Anxiety's room.
"D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E, I see things that nobody else sees". Weird-ass song, much?

    Oh great, another song came on literally 10 seconds after.
"Blood still stains when the sheets are washed. Sex don't sleep when the lights are off. Kids are still depressed when you dress them up. And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup" What the hell? Okay, no more questioning. Also, I can hear running water, so he obviously is taking a shower, but this music is too loud and is blocking me from trying to watch YouTube in peace. Oh well.

Virgil's POV:

    So I've been sobbing for about 5 minutes now. "Carousel" just ended. I'm gonna finally try to calm myself down. I let that all out, every scream, every time I wanted to scream, to yell, to actually be angry at someone, to cry in front of others, all let out in this one shower.

    I usually take showers late because I use up all the hot water. I enjoy showers. Everyone else is so fast, and does it all in the morning and I just get whatever is left of theirs. So I decided, if I was never gonna get enough water to even bathe, then I'll wait until it regenerates so I can use it all I want. Hot water lasts longer in Thomas's mind than real life showering.

    I turned off the shower and got out at the end of "Milk and Cookies" which was a while or so. I dried off really well, except my hair was still a little damp.

    I dried off my hair completely, making it fluffy. I brushed it and brushed my teeth harder than usual, (on purpose) making my gums bleed. Cut? Sure.

    I searched around for Logan's blade and finally found it, under my mattress where I hid it. I walked back to the bathroom and sat down. Well, I actually got back up and put on some boxers, then sat back down.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

I actually felt pretty good afterward. Not happy, but... ok, I guess. I felt like whatever any side said to me wouldn't matter to me at all, like I could face them and actually truly not care, and not just act like I don't care or act like it never bothers me. You're a bother to all of them. Oh really? Yes. You are a piece of useless trash that should die. You're so useless I'd rather try to use a pencil that's broken in half. So I'm more useless than using a broken-in-half pencil? Indeed.
Whelp. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Good. More cuts, the better.

I got up and went to my closet to grab my signature black hoodie and black t-shirt. I put them on with black ripped skinny jeans and my all-black high top Converse. I washed off the blade and hid it back under my mattress after I dried it.
"Hello..." Deceit spoke.
"What now?"
"Rude much, haha. Well, I have a great idea for you. It'll benefit Thomas." He said. That's all I wish to do. Benefit Thomas. I always aim to protect him, but I'm just being a nuisance as always.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I'll tell you how. It's pretty easy, actually..."

(A/N: For future reference, the next chapter has 3219 words in it so buckle up for next week, hehe, also it took so long to write bc of the time and effort and perfectionism, just yeah. Enjoy it next week!)