Dark Sides(Discontinued, May Rewrite)

Page One

"Get out of my room!" I yelled chasing Roman away, this was the third time this week he had come in. Saying he wanted to "talk", heh, more like insult me.

Even after Thomas made the video about accepting me the others still had some problems. Logan came in at least once a week to tell me that the anxiety that I was making Thomas feel was "unnecessary and illogical". Roman came in randomly to tell me that I should let him have more control, that Thomas needed courage to be creative more than anxiety about being creative well. The only one who didn't put me down was Patton. He checked up on me, asking how I was doing, braving my dark, spider web covered room to bring me cookies or drawings.

One thing he did that made me a LITTLE upset was saying that I needed to lighten up and be happier for everyone else's sake. I was TRYING to do that, but it was kind of hard since I represented negativity. Like the others I didn't ONLY feel what the trait I represented allowed, but that was what I MOSTLY felt.

Lately though Thomas had started bottling up more anger than usual, which was starting to affect me in VERY bad ways. Ways that started to warp me.

'Come on, put them in their places. Make them know that YOU are the boss.' A voice in my head urged for the seventh time this month.

"No..." I mumbled in response, laying down on my black and dark purple bed.

'Come on, you know how to do it. It doesn't take much.' It told me, images of what I would have to do flashing in my mind. They were horrible; a strange symbol in blood red paint, the others frozen in fear, and finally them being corrupted by me.

"I can't do that, at least not to Patton and Thomas." I replied, feeling guilt rack my brain since I was actually considering it.

'It doesn't have to be permanent. Just long enough to teach them a lesson.' It finally persuaded me, somehow I thought this was a good idea.

"Fine." My voice almost sounded like a growl as I felt the anger Thomas had been bottling up enter my being, and bond with it. I no longer felt anxiety, just anger and the need for revenge.

I pushed myself off the bed and walked by the mirror on the other side of the room that I usually used for makeup. As I walked by I caught a glimpse of my reflection, I saw that my eyes were now blood red.

"That's fitting." I muttered, as I appeared in front of Thomas, startling him. He was wearing his Steven Universe star tee-shirt, and seemed to be in the middle of texting his friends.

"Oh-h! Hey Virgil, what's up?" He asked, his phone almost flying out of his hands. 

"Nothing much... just you know, anxiety as usual... sorry for scaring you." I told him, fixing my hair as he set his phone down on the table.

"Oh, it's fine, I'm kinda used to this by no- what happened to your eyes?" He asked, backing up a bit once he noticed my eyes.

"I'm sorry Thomas." I apologized, as it could have been my last chance.

"Why are you sor-," I locked eyes with him and used my bottled up anxiety to do something terrible. With that energy I caused him to hallucinate the most anxiety inducing things he could handle.

He screamed and fell on the couch. "VIRGIL STOP, PLEASE!" He cried out, covering his eyes, trying to make it go away. The fear was fueling my power. His distress and panic attack caused the others to appear.