My Emo Nightmare

While I'm here

Hey guys sorry this was late.... :) enjoy

Anxiety's pov
Alright everyone. Let's get some shit straightened out.

I'm gonna die the next time Depression comes back. Why not make the most of it, right? Go out with a bang? No regrets....

So... what's something I would never do?

Any suggestions? Never mind, I know what you all are gonna say.

I could ask Patton about that.

Worth a shot.

Patton's pov
Help.

I may have messed up....

I ran into Logan a few hours ago and for some reason my face turned reeaaaalllly red. I know the reason don't worry, I'm not as in denial as the others.

Well... he asked me if I was sick and I nodded. LYING IS WRONG KIDS! But anyway, I lied and he took me to my room and told me to lay down, he came back with a bottle of medicine and set it by my bedside.

"Try to get some sleep, okay? Can't have the source of Thomas's happiness be working to death."

Okay kids, I know I said lying is wrong but what happened next was purrfect.

Get it? Cause Logan used to be a cat? ..............
I need new material.

Anyway an idea popped into my head and, "Logan? Do you think you could stay with me for a bit?"

He looked back at the door, then at me and sighed, "Okay Patton, if it'll make you feel better. However I have issues to attend to an—"

I cut him off by pulling him into my bed. I wrapped my arms around his waist and after a bit, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, he was asleep and had buried his face into my shirt. I'd never tell him this but he looked like he was so happy I couldn't find it in myself to wake him up.

After a while he woke up on his own."Patton? What time is it?" He asked, sitting up.

I glanced at the clock, "About 5:30pm."

He groaned, "I needed to talk to Thomas 30 minutes ago about his friend that was coming over. His friend is probably here by now."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault objectively, you were sick."

I slowly nodded. Objectively. Objectively. Objective—

"I should probably check on him."

"Okay. Good luck on whatever you end up doing!"

He smiled slightly, "Thanks, try not to waste energy and get well."

I grinned and he walked out. I spent a while screaming into my pillow and then dying, as a heart would do if they couldn't get someone they loved.

After a while I didn't feel like dying so I tried to cheer myself up.

"Bubbles!" I said in the angriest voice possible. After that I laughed a bit and smiled.

It's impossible to sound mad when you say bubbles. In fact, it's almost impossible for me to ever sound mad!

I still felt a little sad and I'm not allowed to be sad, so I looked up pictures of kittens and then I remembered:

The dog.

The black lab.

We put it back in imagination after a bit but I wonder if it's still there.

I got up and wondered over to my door and opened it but as soon as I did I saw Anxiety walking towards my room.