After being shoved out of the kitchen, Parker had sprinted up the stairs back to his room. He knees had buckled and he pitched forward onto his bed, his weak resolve crumbling. Great, heaving sobs made their way out, his chest clenching painfully.
Everyone hated him. He made everything worse, and everyone was suffering horrifically because of his actions.
The grief was too overwhelming, and Parker didn’t know what to do. His body shut down, and he fell into a deep sleep.
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As soon as he was unconscious, Parker’s mind flashed back to all the damage he’d inflicted.
Not only on the other sides, but his host, too. He had almost gotten Thomas killed because he couldn’t control his fear. Then, after escaping his prison, forced him to go
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Giving Logic a problem with an impossible solution, drowning him in cold water with no escape.
Putting Morality through emotional turmoil, which would be so much worse for the Heart, then falling for eternity.
And Virgil...
Virgil had stood up for him. He had refused to put up a wall, and the other sides had just thrown him in with Parker. Torturing him for five long years, going through unimaginable horrors. Virgil escaping, then having to go through that same hell again to rescue the other sides.
They all hated him now. His purpose, originally to protect Thomas and give him courage, was abolished. He had changed, from Fear to Sadness.
In reality, he was a traumatized kid that didn’t know what he did wrong, so he was punished for it. His revenge for that had been petty and cruel.
No wonder they never wanted him around.
Parker awoke with a jolt, an unbearable pressure on his chest. He wasn’t breathing, he couldn’t breathe, he didn’t deserve to breathe.
In his mind, he was straddled between sleep and consciousness. Enough that he could see is surroundings, but not make sense of what was
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The emotional side wormed his way in next to Parker and slipped an arm around his shoulders, holding him up. Morality’s thumb moved back and forth in mini circles, attempting to soothe Parker’s distress. Creativity grabbed one of Parker’s hands and squeezed it slightly, trying to ground him. Logic did the same on the other side.
Slowly, Parker came back to himself, fresh tears spilling from his reddened eyes. He sobbed, just utterly exhausted and full of loathing. He took his hands away and buried his head in them, his shoulders shaking with every cry. He mumbled something through the noise, then curled in even further.
“What was that?” Anxiety asked softly.
“I-I’m so sorry. F-for everything. I was h-horrible to you, to everyone, to Thomas,” he gasped out. “I’m sorry.”
Morality wrapped both arms around him. “We forgive you, kiddo. Always.” Logic and Creativity both nodded in agreement.
Anxiety grabbed both of Parker’s hands, gently pulling them away from his face. “Look at me.”
Parker glanced up, fear in his eyes.
Anxiety placed his hands on either side of Parker’s face, and brought their heads together. They rested for a minute as Parker continued to cry