Prinxiety

Virgil

It was a normal morning, just waking up and sitting in bed and hating myself. I mean, come on, who wouldn't? I am the one who makes Thomas cry, after all. Why would they like me? Well apparently they do, so I guess that's why Patton knocked lightly on the door this morning and said he cooked breakfast. I don't eat with them because I am anorexic and I don't need them getting on my case. I usually eat it all, then throw up 3/4 of it in the toilet. Nobody knows about my little system, and that's the way it's going to stay. I usually end up barfing out the other 1/4 anyway. So I went down and was greeted by a few warm smiles from Patton and Logan, Roman was engrossed in his Disney novel. Patton layed our plates plates down, he had made pancakes. I was about to take them to my room when Patton said, "Hey storm-cloud, eat with us!" welp, shit. "Uh, sorry, not feeling it right now!" I stammered and fled the room. God that was close, I thought as I slid down my bedroom door.

None of them really care about you.
They just pity you.
Stupid mistake.

"Shut up." I said.

Mistake. Thomas only keeps you because he doesn't know how to get rid of you.

"Go away." I said, a little louder.

Nobody wants you, nobody cares, they want you to die, just kill yourself, dumb useless fucking mistake!