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Anxiety POV
I can't. I don't even know what it is that I can't but my head keeps shouting that at me.
Roman slammed the door but I couldn't hear it. It sounded muffled and the world shuddered with the door, or maybe that's me shaking.
Logan spoke to me but I couldn't make out the words. They sounded muffled and far away, like he was shouting from the end of a long tunnel. My vision was cloudy and the warm liquid streaming down my cheeks told me that I was crying, but no words or sounds at all escaped my mouth.
This is what happens when you reach out. Every time. Every single time. You fall for it and you get hurt. Why can't you just realize the pattern?! You fall for it EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!!
I freeze, my eyes stop dripping, I stop trembling. My muscles are tense in preparation. For what I don't know.
Logan puts his hand on my arm and I flinch, he pulls back. I take a single breath and run. I feel like everything is in slow motion. My breathing is slow but I don't feel out of breath. I hear Logan calling me but I don't turn back. I keep running, as fast as my legs can carry me. I can hear footsteps behind me but it only pushes me to run faster, the hallways blurring around me. Pictures of Thomas's favorite memories line the wall and usually I walk slowly along them, but now I'm running as fast as I can. I make another turn and catch my room in my sights, the footsteps behind me have fallen silent. I know he still cares, somewhere. But my mind is shouting louder at me.
He doesn't care! WHY SHOULD HE CARE?! I'm a worthless pitiful mess who can't do anything right. I only ever make things worse for everyone. I'm worthless, useless.
Nothing.
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Ok, sorry for the short chapter. Something big is coming!
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True Colors {ON HOLD}
FanfictionWhen darkness falls, one must rely on the light of the moon. Find your flashlight. Draw your sword. Be sure to smile. Love all. Trust no one.
