We Won't Let This Be the End

Part 2: Chapter 1

Hey, We're back at it with Part 2!

I am so excited for what's to come and I hope you're ready for it. Updates might still be slow because I'm writing two stories at once. I hope everyone is being safe out there with all this COVID-19 scare going on (trust me, as a retail worker whose job has been deemed "essential", it's a scary time). Please take care of yourselves and be mindful of those around you.

Stay safe and healthy and I will see you all in the next chapter!

-Saerina

Disclaimer: I don't claim any of the following events as true events in Thomas' life. Besides some of the dates later on in the chapter that I googled (thank god for the internet) everything else is purely for the story.

Disclaimer: Trigger Warning

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A young figment first manifested many years ago....

It was dark. He opened his eyes and he was surrounded by a long, dark hallway. He was curled into a ball on a rough, wooden floor. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked around him. The wallpaper on the wall was grey, ripping, and molding. He looked down at himself and startled when he noticed that he was transparent and that little dark, purple particles were floating around him? 'Where am I? What am I?'

He whimpered as a pounding pain pulsed through his head, his hands shot into his hair as he heard someone crying in his head. His sight went fuzzy as he started having visions of a young boy crying and scared. 'What was going on?' The small figment felt a surge of something from within him and watched as the faces of the people surrounding the boy started to distort and shift. 'Who are these people? I don't know any of them? I'm scared?'

The feeling within was building up faster than the young figment could handle. He curled into himself as the crying grew, echoing loudly in his head. Suddenly off in the distance he hears a woman's voice yell, "Thomas!" and slowly the crying went away and a safe feeling enveloped him. The feeling in him dulled and he was finally able to uncurl, he felt a little better, he knew this person... This person was safe.

That day many years ago he learned a few things.

The person he was a part of was named 'Thomas'

There were many very scary things out in the world around him.

His job was to protect Thomas at all cost.

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Over the next few years the figment grew as Thomas grew. He outgrew the creatures in the closet and the monsters under the bed. As they grew older, the figment learned that there were even scarier things in the world. As they faced these scary things, the figment became more whole and his powers became stronger.

As Thomas got older, he started to try new things, interact with different people. This was worrisome. 'What if the thing failed? What if this person is pretending to be nice? How do I look? What do I do?' all these and so many more questions were things that the figment kept running through Thomas' head. Better to be safe than sorry.

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When Thomas was in his early teens, the figment learned what he was. Thomas had been talking to someone about his worries and fears, and then the person said a word. One little word that felt right to him. Anxiety.

That's what I am. 'I am Anxiety'. For the first time a small smile made its way onto his face. He knew what he was. Anxiety's happiness (could he even call it that?) was short lived because the person Thomas was talking to started giving him advice on how to get rid of his anxiety. That his anxiety was a bad thing.