Shadows and Sickness

Everyone was too busy taking care of a sick persona to notice the person in the shadows, waiting to make the perfect appearance.

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11. Brothers

Virgil's POV

Why would Thomas ever have depression? He has me. Did I bring Dayal here? Was it my fault? And why won't anyone tell me anything? It's like they want me in the dark.

I laid on my bed, alone with my thoughts. I know I'm still sick, but I don't want anyone here right now.

"Hey Virgil." I turned my head and saw Dayal.

"Why are you here? Nobody wants you here." I told him. He just chuckled.

"I can give you answers. That's what you want right?" He asked. I nodded.

"Ya, but how can I trust you?" I didn't want anything to happen.

"I'll be here for whenever you are ready. I'll listen to you. We are both outcasts, unwanted people." He started walking forward. I felt a tugging feeling and new Thomas was calling me. 

"What does he want?" I mumbled to myself.

"Go and see. I'll be here when you get back." He hid in the shadows, blended into it. I sank down to see what they wanted.

"What do you want?" I asked sitting on the stairs. Everyone looked relieved except Thomas. He looked confused.

"That was a disaster." I mumbled walking back into my room.

"See I told you they didn't like you. They only put up with you because they have to," Before I knew it Dayal was sitting next to me.

"Maybe you're right." I whispered. "They didn't care when I left, but I told them not to either." I sighed. Why was this so difficult? I don't even know who I am anymore.

"You are Anxiety," He whispered. 

"How..did you hear that?" I looked at him. He slowly smiled and nodded.

"We are connect. Besides I am in your head. After all anxiety and depression go together, like brother." He stated.

I nodded. "Like brothers." I repeated. I think it would be cool to have a brother. Someone I didn't have to put my guard up with. Someone I can tell everything too and not be scared to be turned down.

"Virgil," Dayal looked at me. "I just want you to know that I am not a bad guy too you. The others see me as bad and-"

"They see me as a bad guy too." I started talking. He nodded in agreement.

"I need to tell you something." He looked me in the eyes. "I'll always be here for you. I know I wasn't before, but that couldn't be helped."

"Why?" I questioned. "What happened? No one will tell me anything." I mumbled slumping my shoulders.

 "You'll know soon enough, but for now. Will you trust me?" He asked.

"I don't know. You attacked me in my dreams. You gave me nightmares." I retorted. He sighed and looked down.

"That was something that couldn't be helped." He whispered. "It had to be done, to bring me back."

"Back? From where?" I asked. So many questions. 

"It'll be answered in due time." He replied. I looked at him and turned to me. Looking me in the eyes he gripped my shoulders.

"If I trust you, will you answer at least one question for me?" I asked. There was at least one question I needed answered.

"If you trust what I'm about to say." He restated. I nodded. "One question."

"Why me?" I asked. "Why are you coming to me?"

"Because, Virgil." He looked me in the eyes. "we are brothers and brother stick together."

"Br-brothers?" I backed up a little. "are...are you sure?" He nodded. "How can I believe you? Why didn't I know this? What if you are lying? It's a trick! I know it is!" I stood up ready to walk out. He grabbed my hand.

"You have to believe me. Why else do you think the others tried so hard to keep you from knowing?" I looked at him. He looked broken; he reminded me of myself. 

I eventually made my way back to the bed. "I'm sorry. I'm just confused right now." Dayal held open his arms.

"I'll always be here for you." Dayal whispered. "I'm here now," He hugged me. I hugged back, while slowly curling in on myself. I felt tears run down my cheeks. When did I start crying? 

The last thing I felt was the embrace of an older brother as I fell asleep.

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