Being Different

Rumors or Truth

Logan's POV

I just finished reading the book I was reading when Patton opened my bedroom door.

"Do you know how to knock?" I asked him. I would just start locking it, but that doesn't change anything anyway. Patton looked bugged. Which either means two things. 1. He's mad at someone or 2. He went into 'Dad mode'.

"Can I ask you a question?" Patton stated. I looked at him and nodded.

"Ask away," Came my reply.

"What were you and Thomas talking about?" Patton questioned. Did he know? He couldn't have. I didn't tell anyone anything and I doubt Thomas did.

"We talk about a lot of things you have to be more specific." I replied calmly.

"Earlier today." Patton said.

"We were talking about the difference between actual vocabulary words and slang words," I said confidently. which was true. It was just super early this morning not mid-morning.

"Roman told me something," Patton said. "Maybe I'll just ask Thomas about it."

Patton's POV

I could tell that Logan was telling the truth. However I could also tell he wasn't telling me something.

"Maybe I'll just ask Thomas," I told him. His face didn't change at all. Maybe Logan wasn't hiding anything, but Roman wasn't one to lie. But neither was Logan. I was confused. Time to face Thomas see what he has to say. I went into the real world.

"Hey Thomas," I cheered. He looked at me from the kitchen.

"Oh hey Patton." He replied talking a drink from a glass of what I assumed was water. "What are you doing here?"

"Anxiety having a rough day so I wondered if it effected you at all." I replied. He set his cup in the sink and made his way to the front room. We both sat on the couch.

"Well earlier I felt a little anxious, but now I'm feeling fine." Thomas told me. That was good. It meant that Anxiety calmed down.

"Good it means Anxiety calmed down. Maybe he's asleep." I said more to myself. Thomas nodded hesitantly in agreement. "But I need to ask you something," I said turning to Thomas.

"Sure go ahead," came his reply.

Anxiety's POV

No one knew where this room was. Just thinking that put a smile on my face. I could be alone in peace.I laid down on the floor and smiled. Not a forced smile, but an actual smile. I come here to forget about life for a while. Just being in this room helps me to get rid of some of my own anxiety. Just because I am Thomas's anxiety doesn't mean I don't get my own. Being the embodiment of anxiety means mine is always worse than Thomas's and no one seems to understand that. I love the days where I can come here. I don't know what it is about this room, but something makes it calm for me. It makes me forget about my anxiety.

I laid there not thinking not doing anything, just laying there. After a while, I don't even know how much time passed, something felt off. It didn't feel like it normally did. I wondered about what was feeling different when I got a small headache. It's just a small one, it will pass. I thought to myself. Maybe five minutes passed? The headache got worse. I sat up slowly and tried to clear my head. What is wrong with me? This never happened before. I started seeing black dots across my vision and decided to lay down again. I suddenly felt extremely sleepy and I wanted to close my eyes. Fight the urge. Get help. I told myself over again. I tried to find the door, but everything was blurry and blended together. I curled in on myself before giving in the the sleepy feeling. Clutching my stomach in pain was the last thing I did before going unconscious.