Tw // sh, panic attack, drinking, smoking, hospital, abuse, blood
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Technoblade's pov
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"Then why did I walk in on you cutting yourself a week ago?"
"YOU WHAT WILBUR?" "Dad please calm down.." he didn't hear me. I probably was too quiet. "Yeah he told me not to tell you." I barely could even think. It felt like everything was closing in on me. My chest tightened to the point where I can't breathe.
*Flashback*
I was woken up by the sounds of glass breaking, screaming and the smell of alcohol. I was 7. I didn't know what was happening. "Dave. down here. Now." "DON'T INVOLVE HIM! HIS A CHILD!" I walked downstairs to my mom covered in her own blood. My dad being covered in blood too. She was pronounced dead later that day. "This is your fault."
'its your fault.' "Techno. Breathe." I looked over and dad is trying to calm me down.
When I get out of the hospital wil offers to drive me home. As soon as I got to the car wilbur already has a cigarette lit in his mouth. "Pass one over." Wil, slightly confused because I don't smoke, hands me one. As I inhale the smoke I felt calmer. Not as calm when drinking, but calm enough.
It was a long ass ride home. Wilbur had the Hamilton playlist on during the ride. Now I have a fucking headache. When dad went to bed I quietly grab a bottle of alcohol, not even paying attention to the type. "Tonight's going to be fun.."
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