Trigger warning I guess

/Anxiety's p.o.v./

I left Prince's room and walked into my own flipping the light switch on.

Almost immediately it flipped off again and I jumped at the sight of someone standing there that I hadn't seen yet.

"You were with Princey again." Depression sneered and even in the dark I could see his angered face lit by the dim amount of light coming from the adjoining bathroom that I had purposely left on.

I knew I couldn't lie that time, I mean he saw us together. "Yeah... for a bit."

"Mhm..." he nodded his head like he didn't believe me at all. "Do I not make my threats clear enough? Often enough? Bad enough? Should I make them worse Virgil?" My real name rolled off his tongue with disgust. "I could always push you aside and go pay Princey a visit instead. Do you want me to do that?"

"No! Oh god please no! Do whatever you want to me, but don't hurt him." I pleaded.

He placed a hand on my shoulder making me fill with a feeling of dread again. "Why do you insist on defying me? Everything would be easier if you just give up."

"I-I care about him... please." I tried to hold back the tears.

"But he doesn't care about you, not in a way that could ever be functional." His tone was aggressive, and grew angrier as he spoke. "He may say and act like he cares, but eventually he'll see the truth and will leave! They always do. He doesn't understand you! None of them do. They don't understand us! NO ONE EVER UNDERSTANDS!!!" He was spastic now still seeming angry, but tears had started rolling down his face.

I felt them finally on mine as well. "Depression..."

His head was hung low and his shoulders suddenly started to shake. He was laughing it was soft, but manic. "hahahahhaHAHAHAHAHA!" He suddenly grew louder throwing his head back. His eyes were even more crazed than usual. "That's right no one understands.... But I don't care. Not anymore. I don't care I don't even want them to understand. I want to be alone now. I WANT TO BE THE ONLY ONE! In complete control! It'll be easy for me... I want everyone to be just as direly MISERABLE as me!" He shoved me back against the wall. "And I'll start with you! I'll make you doubt everything and feel every bit of pain and loneliness possible until you give yourself up."

I felt my body start shaking as pure fear and sadness took me over. "Please.... stop."

He then let me go and without another word disappeared back into the darkness.

I grabbed my heart lightly and slowly backed against the wall feeling myself slide down it. I wrapped my arms around my knees pulling them close as They shook.

He'd done something to me again. I knew it. Because I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head.

You're nothing like the others. All you do is cause pain.

"I know..." I whispered quietly.

No matter what you do all you cause is destruction.

"I'm sorry..."

You can't do anything right! You never will!

"I know..."

Stop trying!
Give up already!
Just shut up stay out of it!
Disappear!

"I'm sorry..."

Antagonist.
Villain.
Burden.
Useless.
Not needed.
Dismal.
Mistake.
Flaw.
A disease.
A disorder.

"I'm sorry..."

Prince's sad hurt face then appeared back in my mind. I choked back a sob at the sight, and buried my face into my knees.

"I'm so sorry..."

I spent the rest of the night in that position, crying alone.

-&-

/Roman's p.o.v./

"Ah!" I exclaimed as I walked into the kitchen early the next morning and saw Anxiety standing there alone. "Geez you really are good at popping out of no where."

"Sorry..." he trailed off quietly.

"Its alright." I walked over to him. The dark circles under his eyes, even though covered with the fake eye shadow ones, where prevalent. "You didn't get sleep last night either did you..?" I frowned placing my hand against his face and softly rubbing his cheek with my thumb. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He removed my hand, but continued to hold it in his own. "I've never really been able to sleep. It's nothing new."

"Still it's not very healthy." I pointed out.

"I'll be fine. I've made it this long right?" He replied sounding kind of dreary despite trying to be casual.

"You sure?" I asked once more.

"Mhm." He nodded. "Hey I was gonna ask, can you teach me how to cook?"

"Cook?" I asked. It was obvious he was trying to change the subject, but he did seem genuinely interested, and it was nice to see him perk up a bit, so I decided to humor him. "I mean sure I'd love to. I have to see Thomas now, but I'll be back just before lunch, so we'll do it then okay?"

"Okay..." he trailed off.

"I'll see you soon." I promised and then kissed his forehead before going to meet up with Thomas.

-&-

"Okay now just sauté the vegetables with the sauce for a little longer and then add the noodles and stir." I explained as I watched Anxiety work over the stove. "You may want to turn the temperature down to 6 now."

He did as I instructed. "Is it time yet?"

"Should be." I replied handing him the bowel of long noodles.

He took it and pored it in struggling to stir it. "Is there some sort of of method to this, because I don't thing I'm doing it correctly."

I chuckled. "Try rolling your wrist."

"What?" He seemed confused, but tried anyways. A bit of the mixture fell out of the pan.

I full on laughed that time and then walked over to him. I walked behind him reaching around and tacking his hands. "Hold the outer handle with your left. And the spatula in the right. Now slip the spatula under the food and flip it, then gently mix, and repeat. I guided his right hand along in the smooth motions. "Like this."

He seemed only minorly flustered by my sudden closeness and I could tell he was trying hard to focus on the food.

I smiled at him. I let his left hand go first looping my arm around his waist from behind. After guiding his right for a while I let it go too and let my arm meet the other around him. "Now you try it alone." I whispered resting my chin on his shoulder as I watched.

"Do you not have enough confidence in me to walk away again?" He asked a teasing undertone in his voice.

"No...I do." I replied softly. "I just like watching from here better." I closed my eyes contently, tightening my embrace only slightly. "Is that a problem?"

"No..." he trailed off still keeping his eyes glued to what he was doing. "You can stay."

"Good." I nuzzled into him a bit more.

-&-

"Wow that tasted amazing for your first time!" I exclaimed after I had finished and he'd started to clear up the dishes.

"You were right there the whole time telling me what to do." He rolled his eyes.

"True, but you hardly made even one mistake. You're a natural." I complimented him purposely adding a dramatic flare.

He looked at me giving a small sarcastic laugh before continuing to wash and dry.

I grabbed my plate and went to help him.

He dried the big pan and then turned around, walking away to put it in its proper place.

I heard a crash behind me and turned to see he'd dropped it and was on his hands and knees on the floor.

I stopped what I was doing immediately and rushed over to him kneeling down. "Anxiety, what's wrong?" I asked in pure worry.

He was breathing strangely and gripping the cloth of his hoodie where his heart would be. His head was down a shadow from his hair masking his face. Droplets of water hit the floor beneath him.

I was about to ask what was wrong again, but he suddenly cried out loudly. His sobs shook his body as he rolled over.

It. Was. Horrific.

He seemed like he was in pain, like he'd just watched someone he cared about die in front of his eyes, like his heart was ripped out in that exact moment.

"Anxiety?!?!" I grabbed him tightly trying in anyway to calm him.

This was not a normal attack. There's no fear just utter sadness.

"I don't want to!" He yelled. "I don't want to feel like this anymore!"

"Shh..." I held him close in my arms rocking him back and forth slowly. "Please stop crying anxiety please..." I begged my voice cracking as I was forced to watch the scene. "Please for me, just try..." I soothed trying desperately myself to hold in the tears. I started to hum to him again, the same tune I sang to him in Thomas' room that night.

He calmed only slightly as I continued to soothe him. He gripped onto me desperately as he tried to calm his crying more.

After he calmed considerably, but still cried quietly, I looked up and I swear in the corner of my eye I saw someone watching us from the hallway, but like that they were gone, and I was left to wonder;

Was it just a figment of my imagination? Or were they real?

-&-

Anxiety fell asleep right after his break down, and I decided to carry him to my room to rest.

I'm so confused... I've never seen anything like that before... and it came out of nowhere. It's like he suddenly had all the joy sucked out of him.
I'm so worried...

I placed him in my bed gently.

I went to cover him and step away, but he gripped me tightly. "Wait..." he trailed off drowsily.

"You're awake?" I asked in genuine surprise.

"Don't go yet. I'm sorry." He continued his eyes only opening halfway. "Please don't worry too much. It was just-"

I cut him off. "We can talk about it later..." I trailed off trying hard to make my smile convincing. "Just get some rest. It'll all be okay."

He rubbed himself against my chest his eyes closing again. "I'll be okay if I'm with you..."

How can I say no to that. I smiled again scotching him over and crawling under the covers with him. I pulled him as close as I could. "Get some sleep. I'm right here." I kissed the top of his head as his breathing shallowed.

And despite not feeling at all tiered, and not able to sleep through the worry anyways, I stayed there with him.

Hey guys sorry about the small wait i would of had it up sooner but I was on vacation again XD. Poor Anx he doesn't deserve the pain... :'( vote and comment, bye!
~Hannah😋