It's always been you

Part Fourteen

Anxiety began to panick. Why would Roman ask him now. Infront of everyone! That, and Anxiety could tell Roman was worried. But he didn't know what about. Maybe he was worried that Anxiety would say no. Or maybe it was that Anxiety would say yes. Though he didn't realize it, Anxiety began to have an attack. His breathing was heavy and his vision blurry. The sounds around him were unclear, and his vision went completely black as he passed out. Anxiety had a panick attack and Roman blamed himself. After Anxiety passed out, Roman ran to his room.
"It's my fault..." He whispered. Running to his room, entering, and slamming the door behind him. He made sure to lock it, before jumping​ onto his bed.
Roman then began to question everything.
But most of all, he pondered if anxiety actually liked him, or if he just wanted to get back at him for what he said.
"It's all my fault..." He repeat. The events of the past week replaying in his head. "It's all my fault..." He mumbled. As every argument the two have ever had went through his mind.

//Mentions of self harm. Self harm is to be taken seriously, and I only included in for the plot of the story.//

Roman stood up and walked to his bathroom.
"It's all my fault..." He whispered, as he pulled up his sleeves Scars from previous times are barely visible, but they're never forgotten. "It's all my fault..." Roman yelled, as he grabbed his silver blade out from under his bottle of hand soap. "It's all my fault..." He screamed, as he slid the blade through his wrist, believing he deserved to feel the pain. "It's all my fault..." He whimpered, as his blood dripped to the floor, a satisfying splatter as it hit. "It's all my fault..." He barely whispered, as the room became black, the pounding on the door became muffled, and Roman's sense of reality faded away.