Birthday Part 3

Me and Princey exit the dreamscape and go back to my room. We both changed back into our regular clothes and sat down on my bed. Princry holds me in his arms, holding me tightly, the silence growing and growing. But Roman breaks it by saying, "I have a request that will only happen if you approve of it."

I raise my eyebrow at him and ask, "And what request would that be?"

He smiles and says, "To wear a black dress for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

I give him an annoyed look. "No."

He makes a pouty face. "But baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe!!!!!!"

"No."

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy???!!!"

"Cause I'm not a fucking girl."

"But you would look beautiful!"

I groan and know that we have to have it his way. "UGH fine, we'll have it your way."

He smiles brightly and squeals like a little kid. Then it from behind him, he hands me a black dress. "I fucking hate you right now," I mumble.

"Come on, try it on!"

I roll my eyes. "Fine, you big baby."

"Hey!"

I ignore him and start to strip. Then I put on the stupid fucking ass dress and look up to see Roman staring at me in awe. I give him a confused look. "What?"

He smirks and walks over to me, cupping my face in his hands. "You're even hotter than I thought." I feel myself blush a dark red and my stomach feel many butterflies. The way he said that...was so sexy, I guess.

He leans down and kisses me, pressing my body up against his. Then his lips let go of mine and he says, "Be back, going to the bathroom."

"Gotta piss?"

He laughs. "Yes, Virgil, gotta piss."

He leaves and closes the door behind him, ya know, instead of going in the bathroom in my room. Fucking idiot. I sit down on my bed and wait for him.

Look! He's gone! Go cut yourself.

No.

Come on! Just do it, just once! You haven't done it in so long and I feel so hungry.

I shake my head. No. Fuck you.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

No.

Cut! Cut! Cut!

NO!

CUT GODDAMNIT JUST FUCKING CUT ALREADY!

OKAY I WILL JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

I quickly stand up and walk over to my bathroom, slamming the door and pulling my knife out from underneath the sink. I hold it over my scar-covered wrist with my shaky hand. Holding back my tears, I make a slice. Then another one. And another one and another one. Only four, only four. That's good, that's good. Less than usual. I put the knife back without shedding a tear and turn around just to see Roman with his arms crossed, staring at me. Fuck! I thought I locked the door! Stupid ass me!

He holds out his hand. "Let me see your arm."

I shake my head and hide the bloody wrist behind my back. "There's nothing wrong." My eyes dart to everywhere and my heart pounds. Why did I have to listen to that stupid fucking voice again? UGH MOTHERFUCKER!

He steps towards me and I take a step back. "Did you cut yourself?"

I shake my head, my blood pounding in my head. "N-n-no, I-I didn't." Cause that sounded so convincing Virgil.

Roman quickly walks over to me and pushes my back up against the sink. He grabs my arm and pulls it from behind my back, his eyes seeing my bloody arm. He rubs my new scars and whispers in sorrow, "Virgie..."

I look away from his worried face and stare down at the floor. "I can bandage this up myself. You should probably go."

"Virgil, I'm not leaving you. Especially no-"

"JIST LEAVE ROMAN JUST FUCKING LEAVE AND LET ME CUT ALONE SO THIS PAIN WILL GO THE FUCK AWAY!" I collapse to the floor crying, holding my head in my arms.

Roman walks over to me and says, "Tell me when you're calm," and leaves me.

I crawl over to underneath my sink and grab my knife. I cut myself...a lot...to the point where my vision darkens and I pass out from blood loss.