Roman stood in front of his full mirror in just his boxers. He examined every flaw and scar on his body. A garden of roses covered his thighs. He stared at his dagger, "Maybe a bit more wouldn't hurt" the voice in his mind whispered.

"N-no! I can't.." Roman mumbled to himself. He was ugly and disgusting and..broken. He felt so broken.
"Why not, it's not like anyone would care?" The voice said with a taught.

"I-I've been nearly a month clean! I-I can't relapse over one stupid little thing!" Roman tried to reason. He was afraid someone would catch him or Thomas would summon him.

"What about that emo? He's a reason, and a good one too. Always making fun of you, I mean, what he says is the truth, so come on, live a little"

Roman bit his lip. That's true. He always annoyed Virgil and he had hurt Virgil in the past. It's only fair if Virgil got to hurt him in return. "I..I guess that's true.. B-but he doesn't mean it, right? Surely he doesn't know that he's hurting me, right..?"

Taking a deep breathe, Roman dragged the blade against his skin. Red milk trickled down his legs from the angry lines. He made a mark for each name he had called Virgil and for each insult Virgil had thrown back at him. He deserved this, he knows he did.

One cut
Two cuts
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Four

Someone knocked on the bedroom door, causing Roman to jump a little. "H-hold on! I'll be right there!"

Five cuts
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Roman knew he should stop before it was too late. The knocking got louder.

"Come on Princey, open the door!" The person yelled out. Roman flinched upon realizing it was Virgil.

"H-hold on Virgil!" Roman snapped back at him.

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The door slammed open, causing Roman to throw the dagger under the dresser and snap his clothes on. He hoped Virgil didn't see anything.

But it was too late, Virgil had already seen the damage, even if he didn't see the scars, he still saw the dagger being thrown across the room.

"I-I said I'll be right there!" Roman stuttered out. "Y-you could've just waited!"

"What did you throw?" Virgil demanded as he came into the room.

"N-nothing!" Roman stutters again.. He prayed that the blood didn't run down his sleeves.

"Tell me, or I'm calling Patton" Virgil insisted. He stepped closer to Roman, noticing how Roman flinched and backed away a little.

"F-fine! I stole your foundation and I didn't want you to get mad at me!" Roman prayed that Virgil didn't see through the lie.

"You bitch!" Virgil yelled "Where is it?!"

Roman bit his lip and looked under his dresser where he threw the dagger. He summoned a foundation thing and pretended he got it from under the dresser. "H-here.." He handed it to Virgil with shaking hands.

Virgil noticed Romans hands shaking, but he didn't want to make Roman more uncomfortable than he already was, he took the foundation, "Hey, if you need to talk, you can"

Roman gave a quick nod and Virgil left. With a sigh of relief Roman went to the bathroom.

Ooh cliff hanger, sorry it took a while to post, Mj and I are really busy, so yea, hope you enjoyed!