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Out of my Mind Part 1

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~Anxiety's POV~

I have no idea how I got myself into this. I have anxiety disorder, not insanity. They act like I'm mentally unstable and... If I have to stay here any longer... I may as well be. I can feel myself loosing it a little more every day that I'm forced to stare at these plain white walls.

I'm not sure if I'll ever get out...

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As time progresses, Anxiety's mental state takes a sharp decrease. He's been in the asylum for three months now.
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~Prince's POV~

I look at my watch. 12:45. I'm not really doing anything so I decide to visit my friends at their work. It's been a while since my last visit so I'm sure they will be happy to see me.

As I park my car, I shudder. I still can't get over the fact that they work at an asylum of all places. I walk inside and see the man at the counter's face light up.

"Roman! So good to see you again! Gosh how long has it been... Four? Five months?" he asks as he walks around the counter to hug me.

"Yeah seems like it! Nice to see you too Morality!" I reply happily as I hug him back.

"Morality, who are you talking t- Roman? How have you been? Haven't seen you in a while." Another man says as he walks out of a different room.

"Hey Logan! I've been good, how about you?" I reply. He walks over and we do one of those awkward side hugs.

"I'm good, it's great to be seeing you again." he says smiling.

"Oh! Oh!!! Roman, the place went under some remodeling since the last time you were here. Want a tour?" Morality asks.

I laugh and agree, allowing them to drag me around as they show me the place.

"And then we got a whole new ward. Not too many patients in it yet." Morality exclaims and they lead me down the new hallway.

"Makes our job easier" Logan mutters.

I look around as we walk, stopping when I notice something. I see a boy in one of the rooms(probably a year or two younger than myself) wearing all black which greatly contrasted the all white walls and floor. He's curled up on his bed and seems very distraught.

I don't know why, but I feel some kind of connection as I walk past him.

"Hey... What's his story?" I ask, motioning towards the boy.

"Hmm? Oh him... We got an anonymous call a couple months ago from somebody who claimed to be a friend. They said they were worried about him and would appreciate it if we checked it out. We ended up bringing him in for a week so we could keep an eye on him. If he proved to be fine he could go on his way but if we found that he indeed had issues we had to keep him here. He was fine at first. A little panicked but that's to be expected. It looked like we would be able to release him but at the end of the week he took a drastic turn. We've had many people go in, ya know, to try and talk to him, see if they could help. If he regains his sanity we can release him but it hasn't been looking too promising..." Logan explains.

"I've been a little sceptical of this so called friend because he hasn't had a single visitor since he was checked in. Plus the caller never actually gave us a set name and neither would he. We call him Anxiety since he won't tell us what his real name is, and that seems to be the most prominent symptom." Morality adds.

I look at the boy. I don't know why but I want to help him.

"So all you need is someone to help him regain his sanity and he's free to go?" I ask.

"Yup." "Essentially." They both respond at the same time.

"Can I try?" I ask.