Anxiety shut his door and sunk to the ground. A sob ripped it's way from his throat. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." Vir- no, Anxiety murmured. After all, what was the point of having a name if no one was ever going to use it? 

Their words echoed in his head.

'Worthless.'

'Freak'

'Disorder' 

'Disease'

'Villian'

'Bad Guy'

Anxiety sobbed as he thought about it. What has the point? Everyone he knew hated him. Thomas, Logan, Roman, Patton. Everyone he loved. Everyone he cared about. They all hated him.

What did he do? What did he do? Why? Why did they hate him? What did he do?

Why did he have to be such a screw up? A mistake? Why couldn't they just care? After all, that's all he ever wanted. To be loved. Or even just cared for. Was that to much to ask?