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

Chapter Five ~ If You Could Get Me a Drink of Water

Roman's POV:

As much as I hate Anxiety, I was still worried about him. He'd been in his room for three days. He did this very often, but this time really worried me. I had...said some things and believe it or not, I kinda felt bad about it. I asked Patton and Logan if they had seen him recently, but neither of them had. I told myself I didn't care about him, but I often found myself pacing around my bedroom at night, thinking about how to talk to him. I care about him so much, it hurts. Just don't go around telling people that. The last thing I need is Patton obsessing over us, "Shipping" us and things like that. As far as I know, Anxiety hasn't eaten in days. I don't even know if he's alive. This whole situation is making me very...anxious. Patton and and Logan attempted to calm me down (Well, if you call reading definitions out of a dictionary "Calming"), but nothing worked.

"He's probably just sleeping, Roman. Don't worry. He does this all the time. We just need to give him his space. He'll come down soon enough," Patton said while giving me a very tight hug. I was going to tell him that hugs can't fix everything, but I didn't want to spoil his fun.

"Perfunctory: Adjective. Characterized by routine or superficiality," Logan said, not moving his eyes from his dictionary. He always found comfort in concrete facts, yet I didn't find it comforting at all.

"That's not helping, Logan! And he's not 'just sleeping', Patton! He's been in his room for three days!" I snapped, speaking angrily. My hands instantly covered my mouth. I usually didn't care when I was rude, but I saw something change in Patton's eyes. He released me from the hug and looked at the ground, seemingly ashamed. He was worried, just like me. He didn't deserve to be yelled at. "I'm sorry, Patton. I'm just really worried about him," I said, apologizing for my outburst. Patton's smile returned, but the worry in his eyes stayed.

"We all are. The best we can do is be there for him when he comes back. We can't change him. We just have to get used to this. This is who he is, and we have to love that regardless," He said, holding my hands in his.

"But this isn't him!" I pleaded. "He was happy once! I mean, he was always Anxiety, but he almost never hid in his room. He used to smile, but now all he does is glare and roll his eyes. I miss the old him."

"Consecrate: Adjective. Dedicated to a sacred purpose," Logan read aloud. "And yes, he was much happier before. I truthfully do not know what changed in him."

"I don't know either, but when he's ready to talk about it, he will come to us. For now, we shouldn't force him to talk," Patton said, sighing. They were so worried, even if they tried not to show it. If no one would do anything about it, I would. I stood up and put on my bravest face, even though it was a total lie. I was scared to death of what could be up there, but I couldn't show the others. They looked up to me. I'm the brave one. I cleared my throat, looking back at the others.

"I'll go check on him. You guys stay here, but be on call. I might need some back-up." With that, I walked up the stairs. As soon as I was out of sight, I let the brave face drop and I took a deep, shaky breath. I had to do this. For Patton. For Logan. For Anxiety (Side note- (No pun intended) remind me to find out Anxiety's real name.) His door was closed all the way this time, most likely locked. I closed my eyes, took another deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Anxiety? Are you in there?" I asked softly. I gave him a moment to answer, but he didn't reply. This wasn't unusual, but I promised myself I wasn't going to get mad this time. "It's Roman. I figured you'd like that I knocked this time." There was still no reply. I tried the handle and the door swung open. He's not in his room. Where the bibiddy boppity boo is he?

"Turn away. If you could get me a drink of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded," A voice sang from somewhere far away. It was coming from....the bathroom? Anxiety must be hiding in the bathroom! I walked over slowly, trying not to disturb his singing. He really was an amazing singer, he just didn't like to sing in public. He got embarrassed easily and often backed out of things. He had no idea I was listening.

"Call my aunt Marie. Help her gather all my things and bury me in all my favorite colors.
My sisters and my brothers, still I will not kiss you 'cause the hardest part of this is leaving you." I stopped dead in my tracks. What did he mean by 'Leaving you?' I know that it's just a song, but Anxiety always means what he says.

'Oh my god. He's not thinking of....no. I need to ask him in person. Just worrying about it won't do any good.'

"Now turn away 'cause I'm awful just to see. 'Cause all my hair's abandoned all my body
All my agony
Know that I will never marry
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
But counting down the days to go."

I took a deep breath and walked up to the bathroom door. I always knew something was up, I just.....you know what? I don't know why I didn't do anything. I guess it's better late than

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A/N

Hi! Sorry I had to cut this part short. I have a part two to it coming soon. That song is actually Cancer by My Chemical Romance. I DO NOT OWN IT MYSELF. Thanks for reading kiddos! See you in the next chapter!