Help/SBI Adoption AU

Pretty/Chapter 5

My sides ached so I did my best not to move too much. Niki had already brought me things for me period and snuck them to me in a target bag. Tubbo had asked what it was so I honestly whispered to him what it was and he nodded and asked if I needed anything. He knew that periods were painful to me.

I told him I was fine now, I'm currently in the shower, slowly dying from the pain in my sides. Niki also brought me some painkillers so I took them, but they hadn't started to work yet. My attention was drawn to my plushies, who were sat atop the kitchen sink. I knew it was childish to carry plushies wherever I go but I don't care.

TW//SELF-HARM

I sat down in the shower when I was done cleaning myself and grabbed my phone. I popped the phone case off and watched as a small blade fell to the floor. Good. But not really, I hated the fact that I did it and was slowly killing myself. If only I never started. But I did.

So I pressed the blade to my skin gently, being careful not to draw too much blood. I set my music to the KMD cover by Wilbur, a song I had taken a liking to, not just because he was my brother. I genuinely loved his covers of songs and his own songs. Anyway I watched as blood slowly spilling onto the shower floor.

I relaxed and shut my eyes for a second. I made a few more cuts, it was lovely, seeing as my own blood leaked from the wounds. It was such a pretty sight, it felt amazing.

I sat down on the bed, I hadn't seen anybody since my shower, which was slightly concerning. I layed back just laying there for a second, letting my thoughts slowly seep from the back of my mind to the front. God, I hate myself.

A knock was placed on the door. "Come in." I called. I watched as the door was slowly pushed open and Wilbur walked in. "Hey." He said awkwardly. "Hi?" I greeted. He sat down beside me and asked me, "Do you know why there is bloody toilet paper in the garbage?". I felt like lying but on the other hand maybe I should let him know?

"I have no idea." I lied. "Okay." he said, standing up. Tubbo walked in, whistling and making weird body movements. "Hey guys. WIl can yo- wow! Get me my anxiety meds, please?" he asked. "Oh sure." Wilbur said stepping out of the room. I didn't question it as I already knew what was happening. Sometimes when he was anxious he would tic. Which really sucked for him.

I waited until they were gone for sure and rolled my sleeves up and checked on my cuts. They had stopped bleeding, luckily. "Come eat!" I heard Phil call up the stairs. I was able to avoid breakfast by showering but i couldn't avoid lunch. I headed down the stairs behind Tubbo. We all sat around the table as Phil served plates.

I felt glass dig into the back of my head and began to panic as shards of it fell around my thin figure. Most of it fell to the floor by my feet. I screamed and fell to the floor, looking up I saw him walking toward Tubbo. My brother. I quickly threw myself at them and we both fell to the floor. "Call the police!" I yelled to Tubbo. And that was the end of that house.

"Toms? You okay?" I heard Wil ask me. "I'm fine." I said too happily to believed. I managed to eat ⅓ of my food, I planned to be done but Wilbur whispered to me, "Try and eat a little bit more, please?". I ate a little bit more and looked to him for approval, he nodded and I put my plate in the sink before walking up to my room, skipping a few stairs.