Survivors

9. Grief struck me

CW/TW: swearing

Techno POV:

Bloodshed.

That's what happened two months ago. Not that I'm complaining I mean blood for the blood god and all, but what happened was truly horrible.

I was luckily with Phil before the attack on our home town. His wife, Kristen was in America, we didn't even know if she was alive, and at the least, alive.

I didn't know where by brothers were, I haven't known where Tommy was in years, after he ran away I forgot about him for a bit, and when I remembered again grief struck me.

I thought I lost my brother. He wasn't dead for all I know, he would send Phil letters every few months telling him that he's okay, and in the words of Tommy, "like you would care."

Wilbur left right before his son was born, Fundy his name was, I think. I haven't met him yet. I want to, I really do, but I don't think Wilbur would let me. Not after what I did to him.

His wife, or fiancé at the time, I couldn't remember, died after giving birth. After that he sent a letter saying he was moving in with a friend of his who would help take care of the child. I couldn't remember her name, but it started with an N.

I left again and again growing up. The first time was because I had lit Will's favorite stuffed animal on fire when I was seven and he was nine, and he got mad at me, so I left.

It soon became a common occurrence in our family house hold.

Growing up Tommy had told Wilbur and I that he wanted to be just like us. And when he ran away at thirteen, I guess that was the day he went through with that statement.

The letter he left was heartbreaking.

Dear Family,

I am running away because I no longer feel welcome. I am tired of being treated like shit. I am tired of being overlooked and being told to 'be like Techno' or 'be like Wilbur'. I'm sick of it. Sick.

Phil. You took me in when I was seven. You tried your best in the beginning, but not now, not anymore. I am sick of trying to live up to your unrealistic standards that you seek of me. Fuck you, I hope you die.

Wilbur. You're my favorite brother. I wanted to be like you the most, but you left to take care of your child and never came back. You left me, and I will never forgive you of that.

And Techno. I hate you. You're dads favorite. And I hate that so much. All you have to do is fucking exist and sad will clap you on the back and tell you that you did a good job. Fuck you.

To Mum, I love you, I don't hate you, I hope you have a good rest of your life.

And to baby Fundy, I hope Wilbur is a better parent to you than Phil was to me.

I will not be telling you where I am going because I do not want you to try and find me.

Your adopted, yet rejected son/brother/uncle,

Tommy.

Phil wasn't bothered by it. And I hated him for that, but deep down I could never hate him, Phil gave me a home and showed me love, I couldn't say the same for my brothers, but that's what I was shown and given.

Sucks to be them I guess.

I stare into the fire that sat upon the ground and watched the flames gracefully dance with each other like nobles at a ball.

I notice Phil walking back to me smiling whilst holding a walkie talkie.

"Good news Techno. There's an airfield a few miles away. From there we can take a plane to America and find Kristen." He sighed. "I can't wait to see her again." He was so in love, I mean he should be, that's his wife.

I nodded. "So when do we start walking, I don't want to be ambushed by dead more than you do." I asked.

"We should start now, were out in the open, it's not safe for us to be walking about." He responded.

I stood up and kicked dirt over the fire to put it out. I grabbed my pick axe and started walking in the direction Phil was walking.

I couldn't wait to see Mom, and maybe, just maybe, the rest of my family.

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Word count: 759

Seems a little out of character I know, but I want him to look a bit more human before everything really happens.