𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 | 𝔻𝕊𝕄ℙ 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥

33: Enjoying Life

The Dream House Part Thirty Three

TW: Mentions of self harm.
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Tommy's POV

I really wanted to use the knife. It was across from the bathroom, more specifically 6 feet away. Tubbo's presence right behind the door actually calmed me, I didn't feel like using it as much as I did before. We talked for a while, he didn't even bother me or force me to open the door. I knew he wanted me to though.

Tubbo's POV

I sat there by the door, waiting for him to open it. I know I didn't ask him to, but I'd rather speak to him until I make sure he's okay. Later, he unlocked my side of the door, opens and closes his side. I'm pretty sure he's in his room now.

I remembered that Karl told me he hasn't eaten, I walked out to hear Dream and George talking in the distance, possibly the living room. They were more like whispering and laughing. I was about to make a comment but then ignored it and walked to the kitchen.

Wilbur was in the backyard that faced the garden. He played a beautiful melody in his guitar, I decided to see what he was up to.

"Hey, what're you doing out here?"

"Thinking of some lyrics, creating a new song, enjoying life, waiting for my phone to charge."

"I see. Continue playing."

"What did you want?"

"Tommy hasn't eaten, I was about to get him something. That's all."

"I'll get him something later, I wanted to talk to him."

"I don't think you should-"

"Karl told me what happened. Don't worry, I've braced myself."

I walked back in and see Phil coming down the stairs.

"Get a room, you two!" Phil chuckled, I'm guessing to Dream and George.

"Phil." I called him.

"Hey, Tubbo! Why are you still in the same clothes as when you were in school?" Phil asked me.

"Tommy was in the bathroom. He was about to hurt himself but I stopped him, then I talked to him for a while longer to make sure he was okay." I explained.

"Oh, no. Should I talk to him?"

"No, he's had enough for today."

"Alright. Did you get a call from Niki by the way?" Phil questioned.

"I didn't, Tommy did though. Why'd you ask?"

"Did he pick up? I asked because the call ended as I answered and she didn't pick up when I tried calling back." Phil said.

"I told him not to pick up because he was worrying me about stuff."

"Well, okay."

Wilbur's POV

I took an apple and a coke can from the fridge and walked towards Tommy's room. I walked in his room to find him sitting against the wall below the window and sort of beside the bathroom.

"You never came out for lunch." I stated, sitting on his bed.

"Didn't have much of an appetite." He mumbled.

I then threw him the apple which he flawlessly caught.

"You should eat that."

I placed the coke can on his bedside table for him to have later.

I could tell he didn't want the apple but took a bite out of it anyway.

Tommy's POV

Wilbur stayed on my bed as I ate the apple 'til its seed. I threw the remains in the bin that was under the table.

"What's wrong?" Wilbur asked, his tone was soft and gentle.

"I'm alright, Wilbur." I said softly.

He walked over to me on the floor and gave me a hug.

I hugged him back and felt a few tears in my eyes that I tried holding back.

He pulled away and looked at me in my teary eyes.

"Can we go to the park? Like last time... with Tubbo and Phil.." I asked shakily.

"Of course. When do you want to go?"

"I dunno, tomorrow?"

"I'll check with Phil and Tubbo." He answered.

"Thank you, Wilby." I accidentally blurted but didn't care to correct myself.

He smiled and got up to leave.
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