Virgil had been right to think that the next few weeks would be tough but at the time he had thought that he had no clue as to how hard these next few weeks would get or really be.

The others had started complaining about almost everything that he did and while it was mostly just Roman and Logan, Patton and Thomas did it sometimes too. And by sometimes he meant that half the time they were in the background nodding along to whatever Roman or Logan were saying and the other half they were the ones who were picking out all of Virgil's flaws as if he didn't know how messed up he was already.

This would happen basically every time he would leave his room for whatever reason, it had gotten so bad that he hardly left his room anymore, and if you were to tell him that he had hardly left his room before this anyway he would just tell you that at least that he had left his room sometimes and not just when they were filming another sanders side's video like he was now.

Virgil cut every day now the others were so bad and the thoughts he used to get were back.

Sitting on the floor of the bathroom in his room he watched the trial of red run down his arm from the fresh cuts he had just done. His arms were littered with cuts and scars both new and old

It was times like these that Virgil missed the old Deceit the most, he missed the person who would hold him when he felt the itch to cut again, he missed the friend that would help calm down from a panic or anxiety attack whenever the words from Roman got to him more than normal.

He even missed having to hold Deceit back from going after Roman when his attacks were over to stop him from trying to kill him.

Virgil missed having someone who cared about him, missed being cared about.

'If no one cares why are you still here'

Virgil sighed as the dark thoughts swam around inside of his head.

'I don't know' And that was true no one cared so why was he still here?

'You only make things worse' and that was the truth so he agreed.

'I know'

'You should just die'

There was a pause before a broken whisper came from the young man on the bathroom Floor. "I know" a choked sounding sob came from them.

'Kill yourself, no one cares about you anyway'

Throughout the entire time, these thoughts swam around his head his eyes grew duller and duller until his eyes looked as if all life had been drained of all life they were so dull.

Turning blank eyes on the bloody razer in his hands Virgil came to a decision "I will" He whispered out lode before he brought the razor to his wrist right above his veins the one place on his arms that he had never dared to cut before and he dragged the razor across his wrist as hard as he could, letting out a small gasp of pain but he was smiling when he did the other one.

Virgil let his arms fall to his sides and his eyes closed with a smile on his face. He was doing something right for once in his worthless life but a thought he had made him force his eyes open. He had never told the others his name, not even Deceit knew his name and the thought of him dying without the others knowing his name or without him leaving them a way to know what his name is hurt.

So taking a finger from his right hand he pushed it into his left hand's wrist and started to write on the wall beside him.

My name is Virgil, that was what he wrote. He had to keep dipping his finger in his blood to finish and he was slightly surprised that he had been able to finish it without messing the words up.

Letting his arms fall back to his side once again he let out a shaky sigh of relief, it would all be over soon the thought brought a smile to his face. The only thing he regretted was not being able to say goodbye to Deceit cause even if they were no longer friends Virgil stilled cared for the dark trait even after all he tried to do to hurt Thomas these days.

Eyes closing he decided it was time. Right before Virgil passed out from the blood loss he heard a scream and someone begging him to stay awake and to hold on and someone started to shake him before Virgil felt himself be picked up and the sent of lavender hit his nose and he smiled, turns out he could say goodbye to his old friend.

"Goodbye, I'm sorry." That was the last thing he said before the blackness telling him it was almost over him.