bee boy

chapter 6

A/n tw: slight panic attack and self harm kinda

"Do you love him?" Quackity asks...

"I mean... i dont know," you say.

"She's just met the guy, give her some time," wilbur defends you. You suddenly feel a sickness form in the pit of your stomach.

"I think... i think i need the bathroom," you say walking away, you run upstairs and run staight into the bathroom.

"Well done, you scared her away," wilbur says running after you.

You close the bathroom door and sit next to the toilet. You wrap your arms around your legs and try to contain the panic attack you feel washing over you.

You hear some knocks on the door.

"Y/n?" You hear wilbur whisper on the other side of the door, "can i come in?"

"Give me a sec," you manage to choke out between your silent sobs.

You bite on the inside of your cheek and your nails pinch at the skin of your thigh.

"Im coming in," he says as you see the door knob twist. The door opens to reveal wilbur, who immediately closes the door and rushes to your side.

"Talk to me," he says as he crosses his legs. You lean into him and breakdown, your tears going all over his shirt.

"I... i dont want to hurt him," you choke out.

"I know you dont, but if you dont see a future, theres no point in trying so hard," he says as he strokes your head.

"Thats- thats the thing... i dont know whether i see a future," you say.

"Well... its up to you to decide," he says.

"And what if I choose the wrong option and lose him?" You ask.

"Then, you'll learn from your mistakes," he whispers soothingly.

"I dont wanna lose him," you say as you lift your head, looking at him.

"I know," he replies quietly.

"Y/n?" You hear your brother on the other side of the door, "are you in there?"

"Um.. yes," your voice breaks.

"Im coming in," he says and opens the door, he sees you and wilbur and immediately rushes in.

"I've got this," your brother dismisses will and sits next to you.

Will walks out of the bathroom while fundy hugs onto you.

"Whats wrong?" He asks.

"Im just confused about something," you sigh rubbing your eyes.

"How's your thighs?" He asks you. You realise you have been pinching them the entire time, your nails have peirced through your trousers.

You let go and sigh.

"It happened again," you whisper.