•im scared•. •Sander sides• [had to delete account]

It Continues

TW: Same trigger warning as the last two. (VERY MUCH SHITTY ROMAN)
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Patton POV:

I just stared at Roman....shocked. What he said clearly hurt Deceit...Why did he say those things? Logan looked furious. "You just lost Thomas asking a question to Deceit! You also just lost valuable time! YOU even caused Deceit a possible duck out! YOU caused us not being able to know more information on Deceit! YOU JUST KEEP TRYING TO GET US TO VIEW HIM AS A VILLAIN, WHAT'S THE POINT OF THAT!" Logan yelled at Roman. Roman looked taken aback. "Since when did you care about Deceit! And i DON'T make people view him as a villain! He makes himself look like one! With his stupid snake face and scales-" Roman yelled back, but was cut off by Logan yelling, "HE CAN'T HELP THOSE THINGS! YOU BLAME HIM FOR SOMETHING HE CAN'T CHANGE! YOU WASTED OUR TIME!"
"MAYBE IF HE DIDN'T EXIST-"
"HE CAN'T HELP EXISTING!"
"YES HE CAN!"
"OH HOW?!? HE DIDN'T ASK TO BE 'DECEIT', HE WAS JUST MADE THAT WAY!"
"WELL MAYBE HE COULD JUST TAKE A DIVE DOWN THE FOR-"
He had taken it too far
"I- WHAT, SO YOU'RE TELL ME, YOU WANT HIM TO COMMIT SUICIDE, WHAT KIND OF PRINCE ARE YOU, YOU'RE MORE LIKE SOMEONE WHO BULLIES AND HUMILIATES AND DISCRIMINATES PEOPLE WHO CAN'T CHANGE, WITH A BIG EGO TO MATCH IT!" Logan snapped, no one has ever seen this before, it was shocking. Virgil and I just stared at each other, trying to block out the various yelling. Thomas looked startled. "Thomas i'm so sorry about this.. I don't know why this is happening.. We'll get through it. You can summon them back to the imagination if you want." I said. Thomas nodded and tried to summon them back to the imagination. It worked and the yelling had ceased, for now at least. Virgil sunk down, probably to his room. "Hey um Patton. I'm sorry i caused this.. I wanted Deceit to get a fun break, that's all." Thomas said after a long silence. "Hey kiddo! It's not you're fault, you wanted the best for your sides." I replied. I patted Thomas on the shoulder and sunk down.

Deceit POV:

'it's hard to breathe, tears threaten to leak out but no matter how much i try to get them out, they wouldn't. Why why why! Why can't i just change, why can't i be better, act better?!? All i want is to be loved for once.. Every time i try, it just, doesn't work. It's like the whole world wants me gone, not to change but just to disappear. I hear noises. Why can't i identify them?!? It sounds like shouting? Arguing? ARGH my ears!! I can't think, i can't feel, can't sleep, can't be good for one second! Why do i even exist?!?!? I should just listen to what Roman tells the others when i leave. 'He should just take a dive from the forge pit'. Maybe that's what I could do to be better. Just disappear!' Deceit wrote in a diary full of his secrets.

This 'diary' was locked up so no one could find it when Deceit wasn't writing. Only he knew how to open the lock, and it was full of Dark side magic. Someone with a strong positivity isn't able to even look at the book without having a breakdown. It was full of negativity. It's pages were either stained with blood or crumpled from a breakdown/panic-anxiety attack. Deceut just froze into a stiff position after writing. The numbness came back and started killing him mentally. He wanted it to stop. The numbness was too much. With that, Deceit took his steady blade and rolled up his sleeve. To anyone, this would've been horrid to look at. The amount of scars that run up from right above his wrist to his shoulder look horrible, with major cuts filling most of his arm. Deceit held the blade tight and started to cut. cut cut cut cut cut.
cut
For Virgil's betrayal
cut
For Roman's hateful words
cut
For even Patton hating him
cut
For Logan who never cared
cut
For Remus hating him
slice
For Deceit existing, breathing, still there, just to spite it all.
Blood soaked Deceit's arm. It hurt, but at least the numbness was gone. Deceit smiled in pain, he hated the numbness, it made him feel more inhuman that he already is. Quickly, he started patching the wounds up, knowing that he doesn't want what happened last time he cut. He went out of the bathroom, lied on his bed for a minute or two and fell asleep..

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yeah so took a while but heyyyy
probably seems rushed (cosss it isss) at the end
823 words not bad