//Virgil's POV//

      I don't know why I thought I'd be able to fall asleep, not with everything that's on my mind. I sit up in my bed and sigh staring at my walls, all of the drawings that cover them. Looking at each one reminds me of what I was running from every single time I was drawing something on my walls. I never paint for joy, I paint for a distraction. When nothing else can silence my thoughts and when I can't stop hearing the voices I pick up a paint brush desperate for anything to work. Obviously that had not worked today or else I wouldn't be feeling my sleeves clinging to my arms as the blood starts to dry. It's on days like this I truly realize how invisible I am to the others. None of them would have even thought that I would do this to myself let alone think I'm not alright, or if they would notice they wouldn't care. But why should they? I'm not worth the effort. 

      Suddenly I get a feeling and I immediately go and see Thomas having an anxiety attack on the couch. I approach him slowly wanting to make my presence known and not startle him. " Hey bud...what's wrong? " 

      He looks up at me, his eyes glazed over from panic but he just shakes his head. " I...I don't know, I just started feeling anxious and like my work isn't good enough. " 

      I can't help but feel bad as I look at him and guide him through a breathing exercise trying to calm his anxieties, even though I represent them. As I try to calm him down though I can feel all of his anxiety intensify through me. The others have never bothered to notice but when Thomas feels anxiety I feel it too but more intense as I represent his anxieties. But before I can get Thomas to fully calm down I feel the other three enter. I try to ignore them, my main priority being Thomas at the moment but I can feel their judging stares on my back. I'm trying not to think about it but it's almost impossible, they make their dislike for me so well known that even when I'm trying to do something good like help Thomas through his anxieties all they see is someone making it worse. I take a steadying deep breath which Thomas than copies before he lays down on the couch exhausted. I stand up my job being done, and Patton walks over to Thomas crouching down and talking to him telling him a pleasant story for his dreams.

      " Can't you go one day without causing issues Anxiety? " Roman mutters underneath his breath' making me freeze in place. 

      I look at him and all I can do is look at him in shock for a minute before responding " You think I caused his anxiety attack? I wasn't even in the room! I was the first one to show up and help him! Where were you while he was panicking!? " I point a finger at him " You weren't here to talk him through the worst of it I was. " 

      Before I even finish my sentence Roman has grabbed me by the collar and pushed me up against the wall, anger radiating off of him. " Don't you ever talk to me like that again! You have no right to think you are better than me when all you do is calm Thomas harm! You have never once done anything that was actually good for him! He wouldn't have anxiety attacks if it wasn't for you! " He growled at me, his hand starting to move up closer to my throat like he wanted to strangle me but Logan quickly intercepted, pulling him off of me. 

      " Roman. There is no reason for those insults, and half of them aren't even factual. Anxiety does have its purpose and Virgil is not always a cause of harm, Thomas would not be well if he didn't have any anxiety. We have gone over this before" Logan informs him, but only shows a slight hint of concern for me. I don't have to ask to know that Logan is holding his tongue about certain other facts about me being too heightened for Thomas's own good as well. I may have aspects to me that Thomas needs but that still doesn't mean I'm good, or that I do good for him. Logan and Roman start bickering again but it does seem like Roman's anger has started to fade as he doesn't hate the other two like he does me. He has no reason to hate Patton or Logan, they are both good for Thomas and help him in a positive way. Even my help for Thomas isn't positive. I bite my lip, I can feel my anxiety rising about to explode. I can't get up to my room as the stairs are being blocked by Roman and I look around frantically. 

      Than I see Logan walking over to me with a sympathetic look on his face " Virgil try to take a deep breath for me- " he tries to help but is cut off 

      Patton cuts off Logan " Virgil you're okay, everything is fine. You need to relax. " 

      I can feel his words sinking in and it just makes me panic farther, I know I should be fine but it's not my fault I can't think clearly. Being told I'm fine does not help in this situation but he's giving me that look expecting me to stop. I'm disappointing him with every breath I take that isn't slowing down but it's just making my breaths quicker thinking about how I'm letting him down. Tears start to build in my eyes and I quickly sink down to my room, I hear Logan call out to me but I don't dare go back. I can't think clearly, my thoughts are taken over by seeing his face over and over again. He was looking at me like I was something foreign to him. Like he was truly seeing me for the first time and he was not happy about what he saw. Did Patton see me how I see myself now? Does he hate me as much as Roman does? Does he- my thoughts were cut off as I heard a soft but assertive knock on my door. I stare at the door debating on if I should open it but I slowly walk over to the door opening it. 

      What I see shocks me, Logan is standing there looking slightly uncomfortable " I apologize for both of their behaviors Virgil. I came here to check up on you, you seemed distressed earlier. " 

      I force on my best smile that I can muster and I give him a nod " I'm fine, nerd, don't worry about me. "  He looks skeptical at my answer but he slowly nods and walks away but he turns back around looking like he wanted to say something, but ends up just shaking his head and going into his own room. I close my door and let out a breath, I guess I could count that as someone caring. He did at least slightly worry about my well being. Maybe Logan doesn't hate me?