The sides have been kidnapped. Thomas is slowly losing sight of himself. Can he save both the sides and himself before it's too late? Warning This story contains graphic material meant for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.

Anxiety wasn't always the bad guy, but no one else seemed to understand that. The only way to get his emotions out was through poems, songs, and paintings, since he couldn't let the other sides see him so vulnerable. He was still the youngest though, but the others seemed to forget that. I don't own the characters, only the story.