~~Virgil's P.O.V~~

I held out my sword, is she funking stupid?

I've got a sword while she's got a notepad and a pencil, let's see what she's got.

Running, I leap to get her but I hit a wall, what the fuck?

A smug look on her face, shit she can draw herself anything and write her way to victory.

I felt my inner anxiety slowly crawl up my throat, I can't lose this battle, it's for Roman.

A flamethrower appears in front of her, fuck she's to overpowered.

The panic was to over whelming, I drop my sword and fall to the ground.

I felt hands go on my shoulder, I brush them off immediately.

"You know, all my pain and suffering I write into my stories and sadly you're the character I choose." The look in her eyes are sad and filled with sorrow and panic.

"It's OK, you might need duct tape for the wall you broke." I laugh slightly.

"I'll leave it broke incase I need a put some friends in to help you (*coughcough*mkbutprinxiety,SoftxRacoon,englishchips and _Sanders_Sides_Fam__*coughcough*

"Okkk." I think she is seriously crazy, I guess that's the price you pay to be growing up in Scotland. (I'm looking at you mkbutprinxiety aswell)

"About the pain, what do you mean?" I raise a brow as she sighs.

"I have something called PTSD which is as anxiety disorder but it gives me a lot of worries and flashbacks and all that jazz, I can overcome it but instead of letting it all build up I decided to write and act and sing, all that stuff." 

Her eyes are sad and worried, I feel bad for her after all, I was gonna fight her.

I pull her into a hug, i know she's controlling this thing so maybe she can help me.

"I better go and binge watch Sander Sides for the 10000 time, so long my cinnamon roll!"

Like that I'm back.

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I just want to thank everyone I mentioned in this chapter for being nice to me, I do have that disorder and it is tough but I have amazing online friends and a couple irl friend to help me cope.

Peace out guys! ☆

~ Lightning