What is going on my Sanders Fanders? I'm gonna tag ChickitaGurl in this so she can read this.  This video has inspired me to make something angsty. I'm not a very good angsty writer, but lets do this!

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Calm down.

Worthless

Deep breaths.

Useless

Don't cry.

No one wants you..

...

You don't fit in. Leave them alone.

Virgils P.O.V

I look at the black substance in my sink. Disgusting.  Where did it even come from?

You know very well where it came from.

The voice made me jump.  I look around the small bathroom. Nothing.

I may not be in this room, but I sure am in your mind

Shit, I think, I'm going fucking crazy. I feel a twist in my stomach and I grip the sink as I spew out another flow of black liquid. I grasp my stomach, wanting the torture end.

Why don't you open the cabinet, dear Virgil?

I know where this is going. I try to stop the instinct of my hands reaching into the cabinet for the cold, silver object, but they disobey me. It's almost like I'm being-

Controlled? What a silly thought. Now be a good Virgil and do what you know you want to do.

I pull up my sleeve, lingering at the sight of the other cuts. Not important. The sharp edge slices my skin. A serene calmness rushes over me, the pain calming me down, the black substance withdrawing into my depths. I know what come next.  I bend over the sink, one, two , three, four cuts. I let out a loud, vile gurgling sound,like screaming while you are gurgling water around your mouth. I hear something drop downstairs and footsteps thundering up the stairs before I collapse to the floor.

'Hey!? That's a cliffhanger!"

I know, shut up.

I don't feel like doing much today, but if you want, I can make a Part Two.