Virgil's POV
TW:mentions of self-harm

Yet again, I was shut up in my room for the better part of a week. The voice is so overbearing now, I cant hear myself think. It somehow throws off my balance and it keeps me up at night while I toss and turn. Usually, I can't change the volume of the voice in my head, but this one can, and does get louder as it gets more stressful. The things it would say used to be incoherent, but now I can snippets of the waspish voice.
"Virgil"
"Join me"
"Let me free"
"I won't hurt you if....."
"I don't want to hurt you"
My own thoughts often mixed with the voice. It would talk over me and change what I say. Soon enough after shutting myself in my room, my thoughts became self-deprecating. The single, strange, echoed voice egged on my destructive thoughts, and soon after that became abusive.
"You know they're happy you're not with them out there"

"Staying in your room and starving to death may be the best fate for you"

"You know he doesn't love you and never will"

"One teensy-tiny cut won't make a difference"
I stayed strong. I promised myself to not pick up a blade again; I've been clean for so long, I can't throw it away. But, what if it's right?
"Of course I am, fool. I'm helping you. We could be powerful together, in death together."
That was the voices longest snippet of dialogue yet. It was also the first time it mentioned death, which I was either not afraid of, or very much so. I'm not sure anymore...
"I know how you feel, Virgil. I know what true pain is and I want to help you in a way they cannot."
My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts
"Yes I want out"
And
"No, my friends are here and they love me"
And
"But I can't trust you"
And

"Please take me away"

For once, the voice shut up. The stream of endless, constant waspish buzzing stopped, and was still. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, truly appreciating the sudden silence.

"If you insist." the voice echoed again. Except, it wasn't in my head. This voice was real. I crack open my eyes to see a truly horrific sight sitting cross-legged at the end of my bed. A tall, somewhat muscular man sat there, with cold, gleaming red eyes and an unsettling, unresting smile.
"Desmond's the name. Call me insanity if you want." He stuck out a bony, tattooed hand to shake. His voice still echoed in the same way mine does sometimes, but his was undeniably evil. It sounded distorted and high-pitched in a way only a computer could manage, but 'Desmond's' voice seemed to naturally be that waspish. I shook his comparatively giant hand, but didn't trust his smile.
"You look nervous, Anx. But don't worry, you needn't be. You deserve so much better than what these people can give you. I've taken to making people insane. And I want you to join me."
I remained silent through his proposition, and was internally panicking. I reached for my phone on my bedside table, to contact someone, anyone, for help. But in one swift motion, his arm seems to grow and he snatched it from me from where he sat, at the end of my bed. He examined my phone and snapped it on half, and threw it at a wall.
"You won't be needing that." He mocks, "you have two options. Join me, or Thomas becomes my next victim of attack!"

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A/N I sincerely regret not updating this sooner, and that this chapter was pretty bad, but stuff and things and more excuses. It completely boggles my mind that this crappy book has 7, 000 reads. I'm glad you guys like it! Two more things:
If I made a crush request imagines book, would you read it?

And Jelly, if you're still reading this, please don't read anymore of my book, as it makes me uncomfortable that you know that I'm writing this.
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CYA, love ya guys!