I sat at the table listening to the others like every morning. Roman went on talking about magical witch dragons or something, Patton was listening intently from the kitchen, and Logan was reading something nerdy. I wasn't really paying attention. I had my headphones in listening to Going Under by Evanescence. One of my favorites.

I came back to reality by a pair of fingers snapping in front of my face. I must've zoned out. "Anxiety were you even, listening?" Princey called. I shook my head slightly. "As expected. You never listen when your listening to that garbage you call music." I glared at my lap. I don't need to start a fight this early.

"Like I was saying, Virgil, you are the most unlikable and hated thought I've ever met. You are stubborn and nasty and you don't even have looks! What kind of business are you running?"

I bit my lip. Ignore him. He's always extremely grumpy and the morning. He probably doesn't even mean those things.

"Um, Kiddo-" Morality ripped out my right earbud. That's it. "You know, I didn't want to start a fight this morning, but god you're all so annoying that's an impossible achievement! I'm trying to listen to music and eat my breakfast, but you just can't leave me alone, can you!? I'm always the target. I know I'm not one of you! You all suck!" I was breathing hard. They all seem taken aback by my outburst.

"Well, technically you are one of us, you just act like an emo baby all the time so we exclude you. We are also not sucking on anything."

"Logan!" Morality continued, "Kiddo, It's not that we don't like you It's just-"

"I never said you guys didn't like me!" I fired back. Unbelievable. He totally said that out of no where. They really don't like me, do they?

"You know what, never mind, I'm going to my room. Don't bother me!" I shouted at them and bolted away. When I saw my black door covered in band posters I was filled with relief. I need to get out of here. "Virgil wait-" Roman started grabbing my arm. I ripped it away from him. "Don't say my real name!" I started to panic.

I swallowed it down and walked away only getting cornered by Logic. That ass. "Virgil, There is no use in avoiding the inevitable. You know better." He chided me. "I said, Don't use my name!" I shouted and ran into my room, slamming the door.

I slid down to the grown and hugged my knees. I breathed in deeply trying to ignore them pounding on my door. Can't they tell they're making it worse?

I began to rock back and forth. "La da, La da, La da, La da da." I sang quietly to myself. Singing always calmed me down, but I would never admit it. Shouting made me feel worse, but I didn't tell anyone, Therefore right now, I feel horrible. I sang to myself some lyrics from a Set it Off song, but my voice made me grimace. I liked Romans voice. I wouldn't tell him, he didn't need anything inflating his ego anymore than it already is.

Then the yelling and banging stopped. I heard someone whisper something and then silence. They left.

Like they always do.

I fell over on my side, still gripping my knees to my chest. How funny they are. Leaving me alone to deal with my self because they can't handle it. It's funny, but I'm not laughing.

I just laid there. Not anxious enough to have an attack, but not really feeling anything to get up. Hence the life, I guess.

After maybe 30 minutes of trying to motivate myself to get up, I finally did. I didn't go outside. No of course not. I just went to my bed and laid down. It's comfier than the ground.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time, 9:30 AM. It was rare I was ever up early like this. To bad that they went and ruined it for me. Now, I just wanted to sleep. Sleep was such a great thing.

I wasn't dead because I was still breathing, but I wasn't really alive because I wasn't aware of anything. It was like I just stopped existing. Sleep was such a beautiful and natural escape. Much better than some toxic coping methods that I've seen and tried.

I put my phone down and snuggled into my soft black duvet. I was so comfortable in my memory foam bed I started drifting off, only to be awoken by a loud knocking.

I glared at the wall before dragging myself out of bed and to the door. My hand was on the knob before I stopped.

Why should I even open this door? Whoever out there is either going to patronize me or yell at me. I don't feel like either right now. I put my fingers in the lock. I shouldn't do this, but they sort of deserve it... I quickly locked my door and slid into bed. I heard them try the knob, only to realize I locked it.

"C'mon Vir- Anxiety. Open up!" From the sound of the voice it was Patton. Did he come here to apologize for the others? That's what usually happens at least.

"Yes, Emo Crybaby, let us in!" Shouted the booming, silky voice of Roman. I cringed at the sound of his loud voice and burrowed further into my comforter and mattress.

I heard a something that sounded like a slap and a grunt of pain. "I mean, Yes, Anxiety. Let us in. We feel... Bad?" It came out like a question so I knew it wasn't genuine. You'd have to be an idiot to think that they were actually apologizing.

I stayed quite until I heard footsteps leading away from my door. I sighed. They truly, really didn't care did they? 

Of course not stupid.

Why would they care at all?

You're not one of them.

You're the bad guy.

No one likes a villain.

Thoughts swarmed my head. Villain, nuisance, worthless all Screamed in my ears. I felt them like punches to the face. I wish it was actual punches more than anything.

With physical pain, it hurts a bit, you get over it, but with emotional pain, It's like every little word is a stab wound. It hurts for a long time and even when it's healed, it scars over and can easily be reopened.

I felt me body start to shake and my breathing become chocked.  Not now, not here, not again. Someone might hear me and then what? They'll start pitying me more than they do now.

Tears sprung in my eyes. It hurts so much.

Die!

Why are you even here?

You could end it.

They'll just pity you because your so weak.

Idiot! Do you really think they're your friends!?

Tears started streaming down my face. My lungs felt like they would collapse if I didn't get the proper amount of air soon. Chocked sobs and silent screams came from the back of my throat.

He'll never love you, you know.

Who?

Stop ignoring your feelings, you virus!

You know who~

To bad he hates you like all the rest. Probably even more...

I shook my head. Who doesn't love me, other than everyone? What feelings? I was so confused, I calmed down just enough to be able to breath some.

With the breath I now had, I began to sing an old Disney favorite of mine, Part of Your World from little mermaid. That movie was one of my favorites I mean, a girl horribly mutates and destroys her body for a guy who will never love her because she's mute. How shallow can you get!? Even Princey agrees with me and he hates prince hate.

I laughed about our mutual disagreement with Prince Eric. He also has some hate for the princess because she decided to be stupid and waste her three days.

Another thing! How do you fall in love in only three fucking days!? What is this bullshit?

I smiled a little and got up from my bed. I never ate. I was still pretty damn hungry too.  They might still be out there, but it was worth the risk.

I slowly crept out of my room, seeing no one. I sighed in relief and bolted to the kitchen.
Sitting on the counter, on a porcelain plate, sat an omelet. A note was beside it. It read:

Dear Virgil,

I want to apologize for the boys actions. You know how Roman is in the morning, and logic really doesn't have a filter over that mouth of his. I just want you to know that we love you more than anything and that you are our friend.

With lots of love,

Dad, logic, and Prince Roman.

All of it was in a chicken scratch half print, half cursive. The name Logic was in print and Romans was in a very neat cursive. I traced the names and picked up the fork and plate. I bet Logan and Roman didn't even read the note.

I walked to the table, not wanting to be in my room as of now. I ate the first bite of the omelette and hummed in delight. I always loved Patton's cooking. Sure Thomas couldn't, but man Morality was something else. He could be a five star Chef if he tried.

Honestly the only reason I come out of my room to eat at all, is his food. Best thing I've ever shoved in my mouth.

Once I was done eating, it looked like no food was ever on it in the first place. I set it in the sink knowing Logan would come in and clean it. He was always so efficient. Probably why he does most of the chores around here.

I heard the sound of a grand piano. Roman always played after every meal. He has woke me up more than on one occasion. It sounded so pretty, you'd think he was a professional. Not one key out of place.

I didn't dare go into the living room to hear it better than I can now. I knew as soon as I walked in all eyes would be on me like a spotlight. They would stare at me, ripping away layer after layer until they reach my cracked soul. Roman would probably stop playing the piano, just to smite me.

The things they would say. All those lovely comments and complaints I pretend don't affect me, but then late at night I'm petrified.

I shake the bad thoughts away. Don't want to overly affect Thomas. God knows what They would do if they knew I screwed anything else up.

I went back to my room, but not before turning to see them all sitting in the living room.

Roman was on his seat at the piano playing with his eyes closed just to show off, Morality was sitting next to the window smiling like a young puppy, and Logan sat there expressionless even though you could still tell he was enjoying the song. I didn't recognize it at first, but when I did, I stopped.

He was playing Part of Your World from the Little Mermaid. My favorite. I hummed along, I guess I stood there for a while because next I new the song was over.

Patton started enthusiastically clapping and Logan just sort of nodded in appreciation. I wanted to clap to, but I didn't. I went to open my door, but it didn't open. I tried it again with no luck. Then I realized, I forgot to unlock my door and I locked myself out. Ugh.

I banged my head on the door knowing the rule Logic set up, If something is wrong in your room, you have to stay in your next door neighbors. So in my case, the Prince himself Roman. Kill me now.