~A Light in the Shadows~ PRINXIETY FANFIC [EDITING] (temporary cover)

Chapter Three~ Anxiety's Room

Okay, so, in my defense, I had no idea Anxiety didn't want me in there. I mean, he had his door wide open. That's practically an invitation to go in! And besides, how he reacted was waaaaay out of line. Throwing me out like that really hurt. He also messed up my hair, which was crossing the line. I could still see all of it vividly like it only happened seconds ago...because it did.

From the moment I stepped into his room, I knew it was his. There was purple E V E R Y W H E R E! The entire theme of his room was black and purple. There were some things I simply adored (I'm talking about you, Nightmare Before Christmas posters), and everything else I despised. It was just so gloomy. It was just so....him. I walked in and sat on his bed (also purple) and took it all in.

'Wow. I mean, it is pretty nice. I could get used to all the purple. It does suit his personality. It's not my style, but I can see why he picked it.'

There was a lot to take in. There were piles of clothes all over the floor, stacks of cd's in the corner by a large radio, paint splatters nearly everywhere (mostly black and purple. I mean, what other colors would they be?) Feeling curious, I stood up and walked over to the CDs. They were mostly My Chemical Romance.

'Isn't that his favorite band? Not like I really care or anything. They're really...edgy. Just like him."

I picked up a random cd, which just happened to be entitled Welcome to the Black Parade. He was always talking about this cd, whenever he was talking. I put it in the radio and turned it up, just enough so I could hear.

"When I was a young boy

My father took me into the city

To see a marching band"

'You know, this is actually quite nice. The delicate piano behind the soft vocals is actually quite soothing. I can see why he enjoys this band'

I kept listening and closed my eyes, letting my mind run wild.

"He said, Son, when you grow up

Would you be the savior of the broken

The beaten and the damned?

He said, will you defeat them

Your demons and all the non-believers?
The plans that they have made?

Because one day I'll leave you

A phantom to lead you in the summer

To join the Black Parade"

The guitars kicked in and the music swelled, getting louder and much more emotional. This was....surprisingly good! I mean, it wasn't Disney music, but it still had many classical influences with a modern touch. I have to admit, Marilyn Mourn-roe did have a good taste in music.

'A good taste in music. That doesn't mean he has a good taste in anything else. Fashion, for instance, he did not know much about at all. He pretty much only wore black, which just brought everyone's mood down. Black also attracts sunlight, which can be very dangerous in this Florida weather. If he simply swapped out all that black for some purple, which he clearly enjoyed, then everybody would be much happier. All he needs is a splash of color and WABAM! His wardrobe is automatically much more happy and friendly. He could learn a few things fro-'

The door made a squealing noise as it slowly drifted open. My eyes shot open faster than a gun and of course, Edgy McThunderstorm was standing right in the doorway. At first, he looked shocked. Perhaps he never thought anyone would dare go into his room. I, obviously, am not anyone. Anger soon washed over his face and....was he growling at me? The trying-to-intimidate-people-with-animal-noises thing was sooooooo last season. I couldn't tell if he had darkened his eyeshadow or if that was actually from lack of sleep. I always make sure that I get at least 8 hours of sleep. That allows for maximum creativity! Where was I again? Oh. Right. Even though we literally had the same eyes, his always seemed more intense and angry.

"What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Room?" He glared at me, obviously upset I invaded his little privacy-cave.

"Well, I was simply looking for you. You left breakfast very quickly and I was wondering if you were okay." I said, lying flawlessly, like always. There was no way he'd know what I was really doing.

"No, you were snooping around my room." He said, taking an aggressive step towards me. Shit. He saw right through me. This was going to be difficult. I mean, telling him the truth would be the chivalrous thing to do, but it could have....negative consequences. I sighed.

"Alright fine. I was looking around your room. I mean, you left the door wide open! That's practically an invitation in."

His glare intensified. "Get the fuck out of my room. Now."

It was common for Anxiety to swear, but it felt like it was different this time. Did I do something wrong? "I only came in here because I was worried about you. If you really don't want me here, I'll leave." I said, walking towards the door. I lowered my voice, so he could just barely hear me. "I was just trying to help. I guess you don't appreciate what we do for you."

I'll admit, saying that was a big mistake. A fire of rage burned in his normally sullen eyes. It happened in a flash and before I knew it, I was on the ground in the hallway. Did he....shove me? He smirked as he closed his door, assuming he had won the fight. That's it. I'm sick of all of his bullshit. I stood up and growled at him, my anger boiling inside of me. All I ever did was care about him. Why couldn't he just appreciate me for once? He was constantly pushing us away when all we ever wanted was to hang out with him. We're all part of this family and he's tearing it apart.

"FINE! PUSH US ALL AWAY! JUST DON'T COME CRAWLING BACK WHEN YOU REGRET LOSING THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THE WORLD THAT CARE ABOUT YOU," I yelled, standing up. His door swung back open and he growled as well.

"None of you care about me. Just fuck off." He said, slamming his door. You know what? I'm done trying. He doesn't deserve my sympathy. He doesn't deserve anything. God, he always knew how to get on my nerves. I could feel my face turning red from anger. Who does he think he is? He has no right to treat us this way. Well, another beautiful day ruined all thanks to Anxiety. I walked back to my room and threw the door closed, slamming it unintentionally. The loud noise didn't bother me. Anxiety just made me so.....so.... GAH! I can't even think of the right word for how he made me feel. My hate for him burns brighter than a billion suns. I. Fucking. Hate. Him.

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Okay, so maybe I'm overreacting. I am the theatrical and creative side, after all. Overreacting is what I do. Still, if that stupid disorder would just get out of our lives, everything would be better. 

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Ohhhhhhh D R A M A!!!!! Sorry for the long chapters by the way. I just really love writing. Thanks for reading guys! I love ya! Byeeeee!