He wanted to go home, that's all he wants but now he's being locked in his own nightmares. The same one, with the same ending, the same people but with a couple of more things added. Such as:
"What a shame. Tsk, tsk, tsk." Dad said. "But don't worry, sunshine. You'll join him soon enough."
Anxiety resisted against the hand holding his chin. "What... Why are you doing this to me?" He croaked as tears continued to go down his cheeks.
"Oh, kitten," said Princey in a taunting tone as he pushed Anxiety down onto the floor and stepped on his shoulder with his boot. "Don't you see? You'll always be the villain. Always. Nothing you can do can ever change it. You always bring Thomas a great deal of pain-- you're always be a pathetic excuse for a Trait!"
"Worthless," says Dad with a kick in the stomach.
"Useless," pressed harder the dark prince on Anxiety's shoulder, digging his heel into his shoulder blades.
"Stupid," they yelled together. There was a long, drawn out scratch against the wooden floor of the hallway. Anxiety wanted to see who it was, with the hope that it was someone to help but he couldn't see a thing as he was pressed down against his own carpet floor. "Idiot! Coward! Ugly! Horrible! Stupid! Asshole! Rude!" With every insult leaving their mouths, they kicked and hurt him more and more. They would take turns or even doing in synchronisation.
The scratch on the hallway got louder and then a familiar voice spoke. "You...You are the reason why I'm dead--because you're the villian in here!" It was Logan who was holding himself up by his arm and with his other arm stretched out, fingers dripping with blood and the same bruises that he had when they met the woman. "You're the villain in this story, Anxiety. You'll always be just the bad guy-- because that's what you are: the bad guy. It's you...you...you..."
Anxiety then screamed from the top of his lungs the words: "Leave me alone!"
But no one heard or cared-- but someone did feel: their Whole.
***
"Leave me alone!" Thomas yelled at the locked door of his room. Leo had beem knocking for the past hour, begging him to open it up but he would get the same answer. "I said, leave me alone!" At this point, Leo heard something crash against the door from the inside. It sounded like an empty glass of alcohol.Leo, not giving up, sat down on the floor in front of the door and began to speak: "Are you having a rough day, Thomas?" Silence from the inside of the room. He took as a sign and continued. "Or a hard month? You've been like this for a month, Tommy. Please, tell me what's going on... Please. We all miss you; Joan has been looking sick lately; Valerie had even started to go to church again," he let out a dry laugh. "An agnostic person to church because their friend has been acting... I don't know how to explain what you look like you feel; but, Jesus Christ, Thomas! Everyone is worried sick, just come out or I'll bother you until you say shit. Okay?"
Silence.
"Leave me alone, Leo." Thomas' voice came from inside the room. "You wouldn't understand-- no one seemed to..." But the thing was that Thomas didn't even know what he was feeling because it was as if he felt hollow inside. No sadness, no pain, no anger, no nothing. Just nothing. If was the alcohol that he was hoping that would fill him up, just like his dear old cousin.
Leo, not exactly giving up, sighed and walked away. But that would be a mistake for he didn't hear what his friend said after he closed the door behind him. "Don't leave me alone..."
***
Anxiety found Depression looming over him with what seemed to be a leer hidden with a smile. She seemed to hide it well but he could still see it.His heart in his throat as she gave him a wicked smile as she hands him a mug of tea; butterflies of fear in his stomach when she glares dagers at him when they walk into the garden together; and his nerves going insane when Depression pointed a knife at him last night when she was making a point.
But when he tried to ask about it, she'll always say: "What are you talking about? You're insane for saying that after all that I have done for you. Do you need to some more rest, sweetheart?"
Those responses makes Anxiety's stomach fall to his feet, a knot gathering in his throat, and his heart go stone hard but doesn't say a thing. He knew (or felt) that she was right; she did help him; she feeds him; she treats him nicely (so nicely that he forgets that she kidnapped him); she seems to be raising him. But Anxiety couldn't help but to feel like something was off...
Anxiety walked into the kitchen with his mug in his hand and was hoping that she would serve him more tea. He then picked up the smell of cigarette smoke, he looked around to find the origin of the smoke and found Depression herself in the living room, sitting on the loveseat that faces the kitchen and with a lit cigarette in her hand. She was dressed in a long, velvety black dress, in black high heels, her lips bloody red, and with the most demonic look that Anxiety has seen. "Sweetheart," she said, drawn out and with a taunting tone, "you seem better."
The atmosphere felt heavy and thick, so much that Anxiety felt his breath caught in his throat, the mug suddenly felt heavy, and his brain began to pulse. The smell of the cigarette smoke made it harder to breath and the feeling of heat made him dizzy, so dizzy that he had to take a step back and sit on a stool and put his head down. All of his energy was suddenly slipping out of his body and he felt so tired.
His eyes closing shut as he leaned on the counter, the feeling of heat began to feel too unbearable that he felt his scream bubble in his stomach, burn his throat, and ache his mouth and tongue. This made Anxiety start to panic as he slowly drifted off until he was half asleep and the vision of everyone he knew-- Roman, Logan, Patton, and Thomas-- were dying. And he couldn't do anything to stop it.
That's when every inch of panic escaped his body and flooded his Whole's mind.
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An Infestation.
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