It's Not Perfect, It's Love - Prinxiety

Let's Take Care of These

~Prince's POV~

When we get back to the mind, we all go off and just do our own things. Logic goes the the controls to watch over Thomas. Morality goes to take care of the kids. I, however, head off down the hallway, deciding that I need to take care of something.

I continue through the hall until I reach a certain door. Anxiety's door. I gently place my ear against the door. I hear nothing. This means one of two things; after we left, Anxiety went somewhere to blow off some steam or he's asleep.

I hesitantly open the door and peek inside. I see Anxiety's fragile figure laying on the bed, eyes closed, chest rising and falling softly. He's asleep.

I make my way inside, careful not to wake him. I slip past his bed and into his bathroom. Memories of what happened mere hours ago flash into my mind but I brush them away. I open the cabinet and look inside.

Shock overwhelms me as I see multiple razers inside. There are about thirteen different ones. I grab them all and place them in a bag. I look around for anything else he might use to hurt himself and place them in the bag.

Once I'm finished, I take the bag and leave Anxiety's room. He's been dealing with so much lately and I don't want him to harm himself again. I'm going to dispose of all these so that he won't be tempted to use them.

I'm not sure why, exactly, but seeing him like that pained me so much. I never want to see that again, and hopefully, I never will.

~A/N~

Sorry for the short chapter. Wattpad deleted everything I wrote at the last minute so I had to rewrite it. Next chapter will be better and longer I promise. Also if I update really late or flat out miss updates, it's because I'm not really supposed to be on the Internet right now so it's hard to write these chapters. I'll let you guys know when I'll be back to a regular, definite schedule. Thank you for understanding. Peace out my Guardian Angels!

~Angel