❤️ Joyxiety | Inside Out ❤️

Is it safe? My fingers are blocks of ice. The pen thumped on the foundation of pages, crying a signal to the exterior walls. My hands tighten on the book. Its corners bite at my fingertips. I can taste the aroma of melted candies and croissants. The tinge of sweet pie is flowing down my skin. I guess the fragrance was worth it.
Neck clasping as I release a thick exhale, a cluster of air strolls below my throat to my chest, clothes shuffling. The aquamarine silk seems sleeker than dolphin skin, jeweling beneath the layer of ginger luminance. My wrists are tattooing with strands of pen marks. The utensil coasters off the page with the gentle nudge of my knuckles, paper gritting against my nerves. Nerves. Reminds me of the energy drink cans.
The carpet burrows beneath my feet, pricks of pine crunching as a greeting. My cover shallows, leveling at the base of the bed. Something below me frosts my toe. That's not helping. I take the next step forward. The melody of Angers grunts and snores sharpens, and so does other unusual sighs and heavy slumbers. The song unveils the fluffy memories of Riley at the beach—sun sticking to her skin, accompanied by violins of laughter as the waves caressed her ears.
Why don't days like that happen anymore? Struggles just don't go away. By each day, Riley's life is going to weigh more and more—and more. Bad things are just going to happen. The other emotions can't seem to lodge this image in their own heads. We can't let her get hurt—not anymore. Riley is already beat up enough. Her parents literally make her do chores. We have to protect her—I have to protect Riley.

*!*

"Still awake?"

"You know the drill, Joy."

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"Excellent.!"

"Only one energy drink."

"You—what?"

"One!" I crossed my legs, sleeping my eyes on the console.

"—Thats.. That is new." The thickness in the air sung—soon to be ruptured by Anxiety, again..

"Joy, I've got to focus." Her voice vivacious, "You wont regret it when I—when I—um.." A snap radioed headquarters. "Have everything going smoothly in the morning!"

"You're going to go to sleep soon," I turned my head, facing her tangy presence as my hands gasped on the console buttons.

"Right?"

"Right—I think."

My head nodded lazily, soon to be plated on the keyboard, buttons choking. Eyes closed, the voice of anxiety hung in my head. "Right, right."

What is it actually doing?
It? I mean—she. God.
We've got to get Riley to win tomorrow's game.

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AN: Hii!! Im not the MOST experienced writer, yet im definitely gonna try to craft some inside out stories for you guys. See you again next chapter, which will be posted BEFORE next Sunday. Thanks!

Unlike other writers on wattpad, Im not going to be announcing any 'POVs' or third person content out loud. Just plain old writing. Mhm. 💛🧡