willbursoot angst

chapp 5

After wilbur sat in his room contemplating life for a little bit, he grabbed his log journal and wrote down some things quickly before he sat it down on his bed again and walked towards the door, hands burried in his pockets until he remembered something and crouched next to his dirty pile of clothes. He stuck his hand in the pocket of a pair of jeans then grabbed pout his old pen, starring at it. It was tempting, even tho he knew he shouldn't, his skin itched and his head ached, he felt dizzy and all around just wanted the drug to fill his lungs, to travel through his breath so he could see the smoke as it left his lips. It was all to tempting, but not enough to break through as he set his hands in his pockets, the pen drug clasped tightly in his hand. He shook his head as he walked out the door, going to the livingroom, suprised to find that no one was out there. He hummed then slowly unclenched the pen from his hand and instead pulled out his phone, leaning against the wall as his phone pinged with a message.

     His eyebrow raised slightly as the notifacation said it was a message from a possibly blocked number, to which he slowly clicked the confirmation button and loaded up the message.

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12:45 pm

Hey kid, how's it going without me?

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   Wilbur's eyes widened slightly and he felt his skin go cold, his face becoming pale as he read over the message over and over again. He no longer had the number saved as a contact so he didn't necesairily know who this was, tho many came to mind, none of the options being ones he particularly enjoyed.

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       Who is this?

Delivered at 12:49 pm

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  He felt like his chest was about to explode, like he would start to hyper ventilate if he didnt hold his breath. He was scared of why he was being contacted and by who it may be, but he didnt want to let it show.

   He slowly let out the trembling breath from within him before steading his breathing by slowly clenching and unclenching his fist. He hated having to do this, going through breathing exercizes like a 1st grader after recess was over, but he did to try and calm himself, counting over and over in his head with his eyes lightly shut until he heard the some what familiar voice of phil. He opened his eyes and smiled, a fake ass forced smile one would practice in the mirror, not quite catching what phill said but hoping it was something like hello.

    "Wilbur? You alright mate? You look pale, are you sick?" Phil questioned, which seamed to make Will's smile drop slightly.

   "Im fine, just a t-tad tired, thats all.." He made a quick excuse, fallowed up by a quick smile.

      Phil nodded a little but walked over next to him any way, patting him on the shoulder, "you sure kid? You look like your scared of something," Phil spoke softly, which calmed wilbur ever so slightly as he once again nodded a little, not making eye contact before looking away completely.

    Phil sighed before touching the back of his hand to wilburs fore head, nodding then moving away from him, "feel free to talk with me if you need something or something is wrong, alright?" He asked, walking over to the coat  hanger and grabing his dark green long tailed jacket.