Prince's P.O.V
I wake up. Normally this time. Next to Anxiety. He still isnt a wake?
"Anx? Anx! wake up!"
"Please wake up!!!"
This i-isnt working. Wait, what i-if? Oh no. I pull the blankets off of him. I feel his chest.... he's breathing. Few...
Logics P.O.V:
I was sitting in my chair. On the opposite side of Dad. He is such a jerk. All the sudden i hear crying. I look up and see prince. I watched him walk downstairs and sit in his seat. He looks so broken.
"Whats w-wrong?" I looked at Prince and asked him that.
"I-Its Anxiety... something is wrong." He replies
"I know. Anxiolytic is back. You look so upset, it was all dads idea."
"I hate him"
"Me too."
"You do?"
"Yea. I told him not to do this and look what's happening. I-Im s-s-sorry."
He just shook his head in his hands.
Did i say he looks broken. Oh wait. He is broken.
Another short chapter. Sorry. But Im still in school and right now im doing testing but because of my Ipad i can write this instead. Im really starting to question myself. I really feel like dying.
-angelina