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//Shucks guys, its been ages. My parents took away my Wattpad and now i finally have found a way to secretly use it. Anyways some writing that I've been meaning to post!//

  He Had the Guts (pt. 1 of a story in never going to finish)h

!!!TW: Violence?, Self hate, Hurtful words, Panic attacks!!!

Thomas was making a new video, something about accepting yourself, the usual good message most likely. Anxiety didn't really care enough to pay attention. He was so sleep deprived that he just let himself go onto autopilot, grumbling objections or sarcastic remarks numbly. At one point he must have said something meaner than usual, unaware of it, because all of the other sides just stood silently and stared at the dark trait. This snapped Anxiety out of his tired trance, realizing something was off. He internally cringed knowing he'd messed up. The dark trait tensed waiting for Princey's scolding, but when a voice came it wasn't from the fanciful side.

"Why did you just have to say that?! Thomas is trying to put out a positive message to all of his subscribers and you have to go and try to mess it up!" It was Logic. "Why is it that all you ever want to do is bring Thomas down?!" Anxiety stood silent eyes wide with shock. He hadn't expected this from Logan. From Roman or Thomas sure! But from the usually calm, reserved, and logical side came as a shock to the younger trait. "It's not like you even bother to put in any valuable input!" Anxiety felt himself start to panic. He ducked his head slightly, looking down, and trying to keep his scowl, as he sucked in a shaky breath. Logic began to walk forward until he stood right in front of the currently panicking trait. "Are you even listening to me?!" he yelled. Anxiety couldn't muster up enough courage to nod. "Look at me!" The scared trait forced himself to look up at Logan, the tough facade washing away from the youngers face to reveal wide scared eyes. Slap!

Anxiety stood shocked raising a shaky hand to touch his cheek. Logan had slapped him. Hard. The younger sides lips quivered as he tried to hold back the tears that had begun bud at the edges of his eyes. His cheek stung as the numbness began to ebb away. His breath quickened, he knew the other sides didn't want or need him but he didn't think any of them would ever go so far as to hurt him. Did they really hate him that much? That was a silly question, of course they did. Logic just had the guts to let him know that it was true. Even though the anxious side knew the others hated him, it still came to him as a bucket of icy cold water to finally be told, well, shown the truth. Anxiety snapped out of his thoughts, realizing that he couldn't breathe. He just wanted so much to keep up the tough guy act that he played in front of the others, but he knew it was only a matter of time until the mask broke. Maybe that time was up. He again was startled when Logan hit him roughly in the upper arm with an angry but controlled fist, causing the other to stumble backwards wincing in pain and yet more shock.

"Logan! Stop it! You're hurting him!" He half heard Morality exclaim. But he couldn't focus on anything, his surroundings were hazy and his thoughts were fogged up as if he were underwater letting his surroundings fill up his tired and aching lungs. Through the haze the only thing he really knew was that he had to get out of there. Maybe he didn't want to drown just yet, or maybe it was just his lungs screaming for air and compelling his brain. He summoned all of his little remaining strength to transport himself out of Thomas's living room and into his own safe room. He immediately collapsed against the side of his bed sobbing and gasping for air. He tried to make his breathing slow down and let his lungs fill with air, but it didn't work. His thoughts began to down spiral till his mind was just a big fat mess of dark thoughts all telling him that he wasn't good enough and that he never would be.

Anxiety's face felt numb and tingly where Logan had hit him and his arm throbbed from where he'd been punched. His reddened eyes stung from big salty tears and his face felt hot, flushed, and clammy. His chest felt tight from all the bottled up feelings that wanted to escape. It was like a bird ramming against the sides of its cage trying desperately to escape, but Anxiety refused to let it out for fear everyone would hear it's cries. Knock Knock The sound came from the other side of his locked door. This was not a sound that came often.

//welllll? this is kinda old but idc. I have an instagram, request to follow me @tordle_tot_artist aka  yes, im into eddsworld, you could say im a bit *cough* ObSSesEd *cough cough* -Naty//