Enter Title Here (a sleepy bois story)

Chapter 12

{eating disorder, self harm impulses, mean brain} 

Tommy's stomach ached and he realized he felt hungry. He smiled. The realization set in he shouldn't be happy if he is trying to get better. He wanted to be healthy, right? He went to find Phil and ask for more food but when he made his way to the kitchen the room was empty. The living room was too. He started to panic but then he saw the note on the table.

'Gone out for some groceries and other things. Be back soon. Tommy, there is an apple on the counter. Be careful when cutting it up. Please try and eat it. Philza and Techno'

Tommy slowly wandered back into the kitchen. They just wanted to get away from you. They are spending money on you. They don't deserve to have to deal with you. Fucking useless burden. Tommy took his time cutting up the apple. Soon the apple was in almost twenty pieces. Tommy ate them one at a time and right after he finished Wilbur's door opened.

"Where's Phil and Techno?" Wil's voice was slightly worried as he walked into the kitchen.

"They went to the store. Left a note on the door." He motioned to the note. Wilbur read the note then looked at the counter.

"Ate another apple or did you throw it away?" Tommy motioned to the knife in the sink. "Great, that is awesome." Wilbur smiled at the child. Tommy felt slightly sad because it hit him that he couldn't keep relying on Wil for everything.

"What can we make that will be easy for Techno?" Tommy said as he turned to the fridge and opened it. They definitely needed groceries.

Wil looked over Tommy's shoulder. The fridge was almost empty. He saw eggs and bacon but didn't know if either of the eating issues people would eat it. He noticed that Tommy was shaking as he looked into the fridge.

Tommy felt as Wilbur's arms wrapped around him. Wow, you are just in his way. You should leave. I bet once you start eating too much they will hate you. You shouldn't waste their resources. You are such a burden. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Wil picked him up and carried him to the couch. Wil pulled a marker out of his pocket that he had put there last time he wore this hoodie. He reached for Tommy's left arm and started to draw. He had sat Tommy in his lap and was looking over his shoulder to draw. Tommy was still crying but the shaking had gone down. Tommy watched and focused on his breathing.

Phil and Techno walked in and saw a sleeping Tommy in the lap of Wilbur as he drew on Tommy's arms. He had finished the geometric left arm and made a more abstract one on the right. Wilbur rolled up his own sleeve and started to color in the flowers and hearts.

Phillza set his bags on the island and got out the fridge and freezer foods and put them away. Techno put his bags on the counter and went to take Tommy to his room.

Wilbur gave up the boy without a fight and Tommy was quickly tucked into bed. Techno came over to Wilbur who was now pressing the marker to his skin and drawing short harsh lines. Before Wil noticed Techno, he did what Techno worried about. Wil closed his eyes and pressed the marker onto his wrist creating a circle of ink on his skin and sighed.