Let's talk

8.9K 403 154
                                    

Roman's POV

"because he hasn't been feeling himself lately," Patton replied.

"He's never himself," I mumbled back.

"That's probably why." Patton said.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"You two are always fighting." Patton said. He walked out of my room and I thought about what he said. I don't even know where Anxiety's room is. But maybe it was true, what he said but Anxiety has said some pretty hurtful things too. Anxiety doesn't care about anyone. I sighed and walked out of my room. I was bored and needed something to do.

I know the perfect idea. I'll go on an adventure through the halls. There are hallways I've never been down before. I roamed around the halls for about thirty minutes. I found a library I never knew we had, a room full of random things, and a place that looked like a storage. Walking down another hallway I haven't really noticed before I saw a door. This door didn't look like the other doors and I stood in front of it wondering what I should do. I heard movement on the other side and someone crying?

I realized something. This is probably Anxiety's bedroom door. Should I knock? Or should I walk away and pretend nothing happened? Before I knew what I did I knocked.

"Go away Morality," I heard a voice on the other side. Yep this is Anxiety's bedroom door.

"Anxiety?" I replied back. I heard shuffling on the other side.

"What do you want? Are you here to tell me how much a screw up I am." His voice cracked. It sounded like he was crying?

"Why would you even think that?" I asked back. "and are you crying?"

"Go away." He replied.

Anxiety's POV

I was not in the mood to talk to anyone especially someone like Roman. How did he find my room in the first place? Did Patton tell him?

"Please open the door?" Roman asked from the outside of the door.

"Why should I?" I asked back.

"I want to talk to you." Came his reply.

"Go away." I said again.

"Not until you at least talk to me." He answered.

"Fine, but just to make you go away." I answered. I opened the door and looked at Roman. "What's there to talk about?" I hated him seeing me in my weakest moments.

Being DifferentWhere stories live. Discover now