him

8; Would you lay with me?

I layed in Prince's arms, tired from the lack of sleep from too much crying.

He was too sweet to me. I didn't deserve to have someone so great like Princey love and care for me. I was surprised he even did care and love for me.

None of the other personalities and feelings loved or cared for me. I don't even think Thomas loved and cared for me, maybe at the the least he tolerated me.

But Princey? He was always there for me no matter how much we fought he was always there.

He never failed to let me down yet I had pushed him so far into the ground that he probably felt like he was  suffocating.

"Princey?"

He looked over to me and brushed some hair out of his face."Yes, Anxiety?"

"Why doesn't he want me anymore? I help with so much yet I'm still the the bad guy.." I shook my head and sat up, getting out of Prince's arms.

Logic entered my room with silence and look at us with a longing stare, "I heard that Thomas wants to get rid of you, Anx."

Prince rolled his shoulders, uncomfortable from hearing it a second time, but no matter how many times he heard it, it would always upset him. "That is what he said Logic. He wants to take medicine to get rid of him.."

Logic nodded and readjusted his glasses so they were at the rim of his nose, "Anxiety, I'm afraid that say this. But he is right. Thomas? Without you he would would be happy."

"He is happy Logic!" I yelled out, clenching my fist so hard that my nails pierced the skin and made it bleed slightly. "Princey makes him happy! Mo makes him happy! You make him happy! Jon and Dodie make him happy!"

"But you ruin that." He scoffed, fixing his tie. "You have since the moment you were created. You've ruined every moment since you popped into Thomas's mind."

"I wasn't created for no reason." I said walking over to Logic with a smile. "I'm here because Thomas made me happen. I'm apart of him Logan! He might not want me right not but I am definitely
not leaving. Not now or ever."

Ooo ploT TWIST!