conversations // prinxiety ✔

♥ 19 - memory ♥

I woke up the next morning in Roman's room as a sobbing wreck from a nightmare about, uhh...

"Virgil!" Roman said. He opened his arms wide and I eagerly entered them. "What's wrong?"

"Patton..."

"You still like Patton?"

"No, I-I don't and I don't know why everything h-hurts so bad... I don't even like him anymore but I can't get over him, a-and I don't know w-why!"

Roman cradled me in his arms until I stopped crying.

"Feeling better?" Roman asked. "I'm sorry I don't know what to say. I know how much he meant to you. I'm sorry."

"A little... And stop fucking apologizing, you dipshit. I know you're trying..."

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I looked at something I hadn't looked at in a long time.

Logan: Do you have any clue why you are feeling more anxious than usual?

Thomas: I dunno, Logan. I've been having panic attacks more frequently and I'm pretty sure it's Anxiety's fault.

Patton: Well, he's gone through a lot.

Logan: Of course it's Anxiety.

He just fucking ignored Patton. Some boyfriend he is.

Thomas: How do I stop it? He can control it, can't he? Why is he trying to make me suffer?!

Patton: He's not trying to, he's just gone thr-

Logan: Summon him.

I rolled my eyes, but when I felt a pull, my anger took over.

"Will you guys let Patton speak for one fucking second?!" I yelled.

"Wha-"

I cut Thomas off. "I know what you guys are saying about me, remember? Patton's the only one with a brain here! Listen to what he has to fucking say, bitch!"

"Okay... Patton, say what you need to say."

"That's good. Now keep treating him like that. He's not a fucking idiot, Thomas. He's one of the best people alive and if you treat him like shit, I'll treat you like shit!"

"You already have!"

"Not on purpose!"

"Then by accident? How? How could you possibly accidentally do it?"

"You don't know how much I matter to you, Thomas, so fuck off! I don't have to open up to you anymore! You dick!"

"Okay, calm down, you two," Logan said. "Patton has something to say."

"Oh, so now you care," I scoffed.

Patton awkwardly rose his voice a little. "I'm just saying that with everything Anxiety's been through, his anxiety is probably much worse than Thomas'. So Thomas, you should feel grateful for what Anxiety has done."

"What has he done other than h-" Thomas tried to speak.

"He's kept you from panic attacks, Thomas!" Patton screamed, tears running down his face. "Do you not understand? Every time you've had a panic attack, Anxiety has had it so much worse because he's been taking the energy from yours and transferring it to himself because he cares about you!"

Thomas and Logan both slowly turned their heads in my direction. My makeup was smudged and the skin around my eyes was still red from crying and that's when they finally noticed something was wrong.

"Is that true, Anxiety?" Thomas asked quietly.

I opened my mouth to say something but all that came out was a choked sob. I sunk down quickly and appeared in my room.

My body was numb and longing for something.

It felt like I could do anything to it and I wouldn't even feel a thing.