MCYT oneshots • ships || English

☁️🎸 • 💌 || Silence

This could be some type of vent-? i just- yeah, i think it is a vent, i'm in the verge of tears rn

TW ||
• Panic attack(?
• Anxiety

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It was another morning on his home, alone, he's always on call with his friends, he's always talking to them, but he just felt lonely

And there was no way to change that, he was locked inside and there was no way for him to get out, everything was really quiet, the silence consuming him, his anxiety getting bigger, his room wasn't the same anymore, it just felt empty, dead. He looked around the kitchen and took a box of cereal, filling the bowl with it, he took the milk and did the same, not caring about the little cereals that fell off the bowl, not even placing the stuff back in it's place, going to the living room and turning on the TV, he needed something to distract himself.

"50 more deaths in the-" changing channel by channel

"There was reported another rob-" not even paying attention at what the screen was showing

"Our new product called-!" everything was muffled around him

"The social media has been-" trying to focuse on the TV

"There was a fire in the-" but..

"FUCK!" the frustration took over, throwing the control to the ground, placing his hands on his face while a tear fell off his cheek, the channel changing for a last time

"100 more people were confirmed to have the virus, the authorities have been trying to control the people who keep on getting out of their houses but the consequences still come, we can calculate that there's still time left for this to be under control, now we'll-" he turned off the TV, the silence took over the house again, feeling worse, the atmosphere made him feel like he was wanted to fall to the ground and stay there

he didn't like it at all, the thing he hated the most was everything being that silent

he hated it so much

he stood up, leaving the bowl in the table, going through the hallway and entering his room, it was a mess. He went to the bed and looked for his phone between the sheets of the bed, feeling like he was going crazy if he didn't find it. He needed it. Tears running down his freckled cheeks like a river, he was frustrated.

Suddenly, he heard a ping noice, letting go of the sheets and standing still, he looked around the room and saw a light coming from the desk, it was the screen of his phone.

He ran to it, immediately unlocking it and going through his contacts, searching for a certain name, when he found it he pressed it, throwing the phone to his bed, the call being on speaker. He got to his knees, resting his head and arms on the bed.

The sound of the call ringing through the whole room, his anxiety growing faster by the second, he hated this feeling. Suddenly, the sound stopped.

"Hello?"

He froze, not knowing what to say now, it's not like his tears would let him speak anyways.

"Dream?"

"Wilbur..?"

"Yeah it's me, why did you call me?