him

7; Why me?

I stared at a gaping hole that Thomas had just witness me put through his wall. It disappeared as I paced nervously around the room.

Thomas wanted to get rid of me! I knew I was kind of a bug but I helped him in many situations.

"An-" Thomas started to say my name but I cut him off with a death glare.

I really could not believe it. He wanted to get ride of me. He wanted me gone from his personality. And that stung deep inside me.

"You can't do this to me, Sanders!" I said with tears and wet make-up running down me cheek. "What about Princey? Don't you care about him? Or dad? Or Logic? Or all your other personalities?"

I scoffed and shook his head, "Anxiety, you've been bothering me for years and with your fights with Prince it took a toll on me. If was like world freaking war 3 up in my head."

"We haven't fought in a couple days, Thomas!" I retorted back at him. At this point I was buring with rage.

The red tint-ness flushed my face, "Listen here you little boy. I'm not going anywhere. Understand?"

Thomas frowned and clenched the bottle of Anxiety medicine closer in his hand. "You don't have a say in this anymore, Anx. Go back."

And with that I faded away and I was back in my room, in Thomas's mind. My face dry and my room filled with an uncomfortable feeling.

Fixing an MCR poster on my wall I called for Princey to come to my room. Within seconds he was at my door panting like a dog.

Prince tilted his head and wiped some sweat off of his forehead as he held his other hand to his twitching chest, "Everything alright?"

"No." I said with a hint of sadness in my voice. Prince shifted his body, calming himself and came towards me with a small smile that wasn't so bright.

It wasn't filled with possibly more a misery filled kind of shine. Maybe some kind of sadness?

"Tell me dear. What dragon in your castle do you need saving from?"

I smiled ever so softly at his comment and stuck my hands into my sweaters pocket, my smile fading. "Princey.. Thomas... Thomas wants to get rid of me."

"Oh dear!" He cried out and brought me into the hug. I sobbed loudly into his shoulder shaking from the anger I felt bubbling inside of me.

"He doesn't love me anymore, Princey!" I cried out painfully as the burning tears stinged my eyes​ and stained my cheeks. "He doesn't​ love me."