Meet Anxiety- A Sanders Sides Story

Chapter Two

Running.
Darkness.
Pain.
Fear.
Fear.
Fear.
Fear.
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My name is Anxiety.

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I wake up with a start, my chest heaving. What was that dream? I ponder. I feel like I just ran a mile. My legs are sore and I have a massive headache. I groan as I sit up and leave my room.

I head to the kitchen for a snack but wouldn't you know it, I had to run into someone. Morality was in the kitchen making pancakes when I walk in.

"Hey, kiddo!" he shouts, his voice ringing in my newly awoken ears. "Do you want some pancakes?"

"No thanks. I'm not hungry," I respond as I shrug. I wasn't in the mood to talk, but Patton was the only one I could tolerate.

"What's the problem? You look like something's on your mind." Morality was always asking dumb questions about feelings.

"I'm fine. I had a weird dream is all."

"Okay, kiddo. Just remember your pop is always here for you. Thomas isn't the only having problems with adultery." Adultery was always what Patton calls adulthood.

"You're not my dad," I snap at him as I walk out with a piece of burnt toast. I don't like being mean to him, but he gets on my nerves.

I put the piece of toast in my mouth as I head back to my room, hoping it'll give a hint to anyone that tries to talk to me. But the dream I had kept plaguing my mind. If it had any importance, Thomas probably would've had it too. I need to know.

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I appear in my spot on the stairs in Thomas's living room. He's just sitting on the couch with Princey watching Inside Out.

"Oh hey, Virg. What's up?" Thomas asks. It still feels weird hearing him be so relaxed around me.

"I need to talk to you..." I begin.

"Well, save it for later. We're watching Disney," Roman sighs. "Inside Out. A true classic about the trials of growing up. A lot like us."

"And who's the hero in the end? Oh yeah, Sadness. Depression and accepting reality are the only ways to grow up, not hopeless dream chasing." I glare in his direction.

"Now, now, ladies. Settle down. You can debate later. Just give us a minute, Roman," Thomas interrupts us.

"Fineeee. But you better pause the movie," Roman orders as he strikes a pose and sinks down.

I tense up. Now, with Thomas and I alone, I'm even more nervous about mentioning the dream. I take a deep breath as I begin.

"Did you have any dreams last night, Thomas?"

"Not that I remember."

"Anything about running? Or me?"

"Nope."

I look down, defeated. This was all a waste. Thomas starts to reassure me that nothing is wrong, but I just sink back down to my room without letting him finish. It was all in my head.