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*Trigger Warning*: this chapter will include some references toward depression (hence the title) and some self harm.  Continue at your own risk.
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Prince POV

I could tell something was wrong with Thomas.  Something upset the balance we bring to his emotions.  I was in pain.  Imagine your very existence was being threatened.  Thomas had no self confidence.   I'm his ego, his embodiment of self confidence, courage, creativity, dreams.  He was losing confidence fast and I was losing it too.  I, his courage, was losing courage.  Morality was still trying to distract me, he kept talking about theater in hope that it would keep me happy.  I felt so queasy and sick.  I abruptly left.

"Hey, where are ya goin?"  Morality asked as I stumbled through the door.  I tried to summon my horse again but I couldn't summon enough creative power.  The try just left me more exhausted.  I desperately stumbled down the hallway to my room. My vision swam, I didn't know the hallway branched in 2...no 7 different directions...  which do I take?  When I reached out my hand also split.  I tried to point but couldn't focus enough.  I tried to keep walking but fell instead. 

I looked down the hall and saw Anxiety, Logic, and Morality.  But Morality had a huge gash on his chest, Logan was screaming but I couldn't hear him.  Anxiety was huddled on the wall, dragging a knife across his wrists again and again.  I reached out and tried to call to them.  I watched as the blood dropped off Anxiety's arms and Morality's chest.  Logan was shaking Morality, screaming his name.  The blood disappeared when it hit the floor.  I lifted my hand again, trying to reach out but it had blood on it.  I turned my hand and saw huge gashes on my wrists. The blood dripped onto the ground.  I watched it fall.  Drip drip.

"Drip.  Drip.  Tick.  Tick."  I whispered.  I looked up and froze.  All of them, staring at me.  Logan's eyes were full of tears but they weren't clear like normal, his eyes were dripping blood.  They streamed down his face, leaving crimson trails. 

Morality was also looking at me but his eyes were dead.  No light, nothing.  His wound was still dripping blood.

I turned and looked at Anxiety.  I sobbed.  He was staring at me.  Eyes pitch black, empty.  Mouth twisted in a cruel but sad smile.  Blood trickled down his mouth and dropped off his face.  His wrists were still bleeding but he didn't look at them, the knife in his hand fell. 

"Your fault."  I saw their mouths move but it was only one voice.  It was raspy and dark.  I felt tears running down my face.  I shook my head.  I mouthed the word 'no' over and over but no sound came out.  The walls were dripping blood, the floor covered in the sticky liquid.  I tried to run but I was stuck.  My mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.  It got into my eyes and I desperately shut them.  I cried as my world tumbled, but all I could see in the darkness was Anxiety, crying as he slid the knife over his wrists.  Everything went black.

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Cliffhanger! 
BTW, if anyone has any suggestions I'd love them
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