My Emo Nightmare

John's okay

Warning: lots of bullying! And pretty gory :/ stay safe!

Grief's pov
I got a clear view of the room and for once, my straigh expression fell. He was a mess. Blood everywhere! He was a pile of limbs. I gasped and after a little shock I sighed.

"Why do they like fighting?" I began my long time full of bandaging Anxiety. "I-I know it doesn't seem like it but... I do wish you a better life. I want all of this to end."

After I wrapped Anxiety up, I got a chair and sat down, waiting. I need to see if he's ok. He finally woke up.

"You're an idiot." He smiled and looked surprised at the pain. "Can... always... count... on... you... for... the... obvious."

"Listen Anxiety, I know you think of me as a bad person because the only reason you see me is so that we work out our deal—"

He cut me off, "No. I don't see you as bad. I just can't get attached to anyone."

"H-How much do you care about John?" I asked genuinely curious.

"Why?" He asked panicking.

He looked a little drowsy.

"I-It's just..."

His head fell back and he stopped fighting to stay awake.

I stayed with him for a bit. He was stable and I had some things to do. He was bandaged so I left. I hope he's ok.

Depressions pov
I was suddenly summoned to the beating room. It was hard to hide my smile.

"Ok you all know the rules..." Fate started. I would have to wait until he was beat unconscious but I could finally get even.

His stupid smirk, his sarcastic comments, everything. I LOATH Anxiety.

After Violence and Greed beat him, I smiled devilishly, and punched like there was no tomorrow. The other sides stepped away a bit shocked.

My punches got weak so I switched to kicks. After I got tired I stopped. I was covered in blood. Violence was the first to get back to kicking. After a while Fate snapped us all back.

"That was fun."

Griefs pov
I wasn't gone for more than an hour but when I got back Anxiety was beaten some more. Honestly? It's a miracle he survived as long as he did.

I imagine it was Fate. Since Anxiety thinks he needs to keep John safe, Fate adds onto that to ensure John's safety. The more Anxiety gets hurt, the more safe John is from negative feelings.

I went back to work for caring for this idiot but duties call.

Anxietys pov
I woke up later and found the room empty. Makes sense, since the only person that I thought cared about me was lying. And Grief, the only person that doesn't want me dead is because he wants to protect John and himself. But... I'm stitched up? It couldn't have been the others because they hate me.

Maybe it was— no it wouldn't be Grief.  It doesn't matter. I need sleep. At least John will be happy.

John's pov
I was headed to work. I was kinda looking forward to work for a reason I'm not sure of. On the drive home it hit me.

I feel... content. Maybe there's hope for me? I think I read a thing online about signs of mental illness and how they can effect someone for a different span of time. Maybe I could go to the doctors and get some meds? Maybe I could be happy!

I drove to the pharmacy.

No ones pov
John came back home with medicine. (I realize this is not entirely realistic I'm sorry) he had a bit of hope in him.

He was prescribed anxiety and depression pills. He was also going to anger management classes.

The first day Depression felt a zing of pain but it went away for a bit. Anxiety had... less luck.

He was nearly dead the first day. It was night and he heard a knock at the door.

"Come...in." He whispered. The door opened and a figure Anxiety didn't recognize came in. "W-Who... are... you?"

The person smiled. "Hi! I'm a new side. My names Morality but everyone calls me is Anschel."

Anxiety smiled. "So... John's... getting... bett—" He was cut off by a shooting pain running through his chest.

Morality looked concerned at him. "Yup! Are you ok?"

Anxiety gave a weak smile. "All... that... matters... is... John...is... happy."

Anxiety closed his eyes and dissolved. Morality covered his mouth. After some shock he shouted, "Someone help!"