Forbidden - [ Prinxiety / AnxietyXPrince ]

Chapter 25

Warning: Talks about suicide..
Please stay safe, guys ❤️

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3rd Day Of Medication

Depression's P.O.V

Okay, now I've started to feel horrible. I feel like I'm about to throw up, like..someone's stabbing me in the stomach repeatedly. But, let's be honest, when do I not feel like that? No one cares about me.. And that's why it was extremely surprising when Anxiety and Prince came into my room late afternoon.
"Uh...Hi..?"
"Hey, Dee..!" Anxiety smiled slightly, right before coughing into his sleeve.
"Hi, Depression.." Prince smiled as well, but I could tell it was forced..
"Prince.." I replied bluntly, glaring at him before looking back at Anx.

"How are you two doing..?" I asked, gesturing for them to come sit on the bed. Believe me, I wouldn't be this nice if it was just Prince. I just don't want Anx to get mad at me...
"I'm..as good as I can be right now, really.." Anxiety laughed a bit, shortly followed by another cough. "S-Sorry, my throat's scratchy today.."
"It's fine, really.." I mumbled, nodding in understanding.

Prince's P.O.V

I didn't want to be here.
I didn't want to see Depression.
But seeing Anxiety smile was totally worth it.

I noticed that Depression was looking at Anxiety a lot, hardly paying attention to me. How could Anxiety not tell he was in love with him?! I instinctively wrapped my arm around Anxiety, pulling him closer to me. My little 'move' made Depression finally take notice of me, by glaring at me again.
Not my fault you didn't make a move on Anxiety earlier.

While those two were talking, I kinda spaced out and started looking around Depression's room. It was mainly black, obviously, with only a few coloured things ( but they were quite dark colours as well ). There were a few band posters, small pictures of him, Anxiety, Jealously, and Procrastination. Maybe he's not completely heartless...

Anxiety's P.O.V

"So, how have you been coping..? W-With the medication and all that.." I questioned, making Depression look down.
"I'm doing..okay, I guess? I mean, the fact that I won't be here soon and no one will miss me is, well, not very uplifting..." He replied quietly.

"I'll miss you...!"
"No you won't. No one will. I just wish everything was over quicker. Maybe I should kill myself, make Thomas stop taking the medication so it won't hurt you." He said with a small chuckle.
"Don't say that, Dee..." I made him look at me, "I will miss you.. And you shouldn't do that..." I noticed a few tears in his eyes, one rolling down his cheek.
"I should–"
"You shouldn't. Suicide is not the answer."
"...It's the only option I really have now.. Either way, I'll be gone no matter what."

I felt Prince squeeze my shoulder slightly, most likely in a comforting way, but it didn't really help... "Dee, I'm being serious–"
"And so I am." He snapped. "...maybe you two should go.."
"But Dee..."
"Go. Please.." Depression pleaded, tears starting to escape his eyes.
I slowly got up, walking out the door and Prince following soon after. I held my face in my hands and started to cry. Before we walked away completely, I heard him say one last thing..

"I'm sorry for everything..."