todays the day, he thought. - wilbur

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by mariewasfound

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- suicide intentions / attempted suicide
- swearing
- self harm

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"Today's the day!" Wilbur beamed to himself, finally picking himself up from his deranged bed. Black spots instantly filled his vision, he hadn't gotten up for, what? Weeks? Months? Days? He didn't really know any more.

Wilbur glared at his phone, the time reading 2:03 AM. A quick glance at his notifacations created a hollow pit in his stomach.

The Blade: Has anyone heard from music boy?

Literal Child: No, Have You Phil?

Old man: im sure he's fine, but when was the last time he messaged u guys?

he messaged me over two weeks ago, then never replied back lmao

Literal Child: Same, WILBUR!!!!!!!!!!!

The Blade: I don't live too far away, I can drive down later or something.

Old man: thanks m8

Will sighed, resisting the temptation to reply back 'No, that will only interfere with your plans' 'Get it over with' 'They don't even fucking care' 'They want you gone, don't you see?'

Cold air flustered the man, immediately sending chills down his spine. He was used to being cold, so why was he all of a sudden freezing? Pathetic. Pathetic. P a t h e t i c.

He kept walking, and walking, and walking. Ignoring the screaming pain as his lungs begged him to stop for air. Pathetic.

The bridge.

The end.

The final conquerer.

The final quest.

The final boss.

This was it.

He could finally do it! The final challenge lay before him, water gushing with open arms, awaiting his fall.

This was it. FINALLY, he could live in peace. No more bothering his friends. (a step closer to the bridge) No more laziness. (a hand on the railings) No more failing. (another hand grasping onto the railing) No more disappointments. (a leg slipped over one side) No more being a liability. (another leg slipping over the railing) No more being a FUCKING PAIN IN THE ASS. (he was now sitting) NO MORE-

"...Wilbur.?"